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Poor Old Horse


courtesy of - written in the 1850s

When I was young and in my prime
And in my stable lay
They gave to me the very best corn...
And the choicest hay
Poor old horse Poor old mare

My master used to ride me out
And tie me to the stile
And he was courting the miller's girl
While I could trot a mile
Poor old horse Poor old mare

Now I am old and done for
And fit for nothing at all
I'm forced to eat the sour grass
That grows along the wall
Poor old horse Poor old mare

Then lay my tottering legs so low
That have run very far
O'er hedges and o'er ditches
O'er turnpike gate and bar
Poor old horse Poor old mare

My hide I'll give to the huntsman
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   

The author of this website has put a lot of time and effort into gathering the greatest collection of sea shanties for the world to enjoy - There are songs that have been to sung to a job of work at sea for many, many years and collecting them has been a great endeavour. - Roger Chartier has made the effort out of his own interest and the requests that he has gotten to do this work from fellow musicians who wanted a good source of sea shanties to draw on and learn from. He has been told that for this effort he is a remarkable man.