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2o.—POOR OLD HORSE.
1 When I was young and in my prime And in my stable lay, They gave to me the very best corn And eke the choicest hay.
Poor old horse! Poor old mare !
2 My master used to ride me out
O'er many a gate and stile, O'er many a hedge and ditch I've gone, And borne him many a mile.
Poor old horse! Poor old mare!
3 My feeding once was of the best,
The sweetest ot sweet hay, That ever grew in a green held When fields with flowers were gay. Poor old horse ! Poor old mare !
4 Now I am old and quite done for
And fit for naught at all, I'm forced to eat the sour grass Upon the churchyard wall.
Poor old horse! Poor old mare !
5 Then lay my tott'ring legs so low
That have run very far, In following the hounds and horn O'er turnpike gate and bar.
Poor old horse! Poor old mare!
6 My hide I'll to the huntsman give,
My shoes I'll throw away; The dogs shall eat my rotten flesh And that's how I'll decay.
Poor old horse! Poor old mare ! |
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