Old Horse

Old horse, old horse, what brought you here?

Carted stone this many's the year

Killed with stones and sore abuse

They sold you down for the sailor's use

Warrior I am and abroad I've been

Fighting for my country and king

Now I'm old and am in decay

It's poor old horse, get on your way

My keeping once was the stable warm

Free from all cold winds and harm

Now in the fields I am forced to go

Turned out in the cold, hail, rain and snow

My feeding was the oats and hay

That grew in the fields o'er the meadows gay

Now I'll get no such at all

But pull at the short grass by the wall

The sailors they do me despise

Kick my body and they dab my eyes

Cut my meat and they pick my bones

They throw the rest to Davy Jones

Here's a hoof that was so well shod

Likewise a hide that sweats so hard

Whipped him, lashed him, drove him down

Rise up, old horse, and shine again