Bully Old Horse - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
BULLY OLD HORSE. Tune- " Stokes' Verdict" Words by Richard J. Pigott. 
Maud S. is considered the best on the turf By sporting men, newspapers, too; But I've got a boodle that says she is not, And prove it, I will unto you. Right here in New York dwells a poor millionaire-A grocer-we know him, of course; Well, he is the dandy that owns the mare's peer, Which he christened the Bully Old Horse. 
-Chorus. He can go like the wind-down a hill-if he's pushed, Or when charged with electrical force; He's been used as a hat-rack by boys in the street, Has this wonderful Bully Old Horse. 
He is fast when he's tied, but is faster, I'm sure, When he goes without food for a week; A knot must be made of his tail, or, I'm told, Through his collar he'll go like a streak. He lost all his teeth years ago, I have heard, While trying to eat stable doors; The Herald or Times can be read through the ribs Of the photo, called Bully Old Horse.-Chorus. 
The stall which he sleeps in is padded with bricks, For fear he might injure his bones; His bedding, indeed, is exceedingly fine, Being mud, mixed with rare precious stones. He gets shaved twice a week with a bale-stick or club, Which makes him feel happy, of course; He can wink with his ears, and sling ink with his heels, Can this nondescript, Bully Old Horse.-Chorus.