As I walked out up-on the road one day, [for they say so, and they know so,] I saw ’n old man with a load of hay, [Oh, poor old man!] 
Says I, old man, your horse is lame, Says I, Old man that horse will die 
Now if he dies he’ll be my loss And if he lives he’ll be my horse. 
And if he dies I’ll tan his skin If he live I’ll ride him again 
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