A poor old man came riding by
And we say so, and we know so
O, a poor old man came riding by
O, poor old horse
Says I, "Old man, your horse will die."
And we say so, and we know so
And if he dies, we'll tan his hide
O, poor old horse
And if he don't, I'll ride him again...
And I'll ride him, 'til the Lord knows when...
For one long month we rode him hard...
For one long month we all rode him hard...
But now your month is old Turk...
get up you swine and look for work...
O, he's dead as a nail in the lamp room door...
And he won't come worrying us no more...
We'll use the hair of his tail to sew our sails...
And the iron of his shoes to make deck nails...
We'll drop him down with a long long ro'...
Where the sharks have his body and the devil takes his soul!...