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Title
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Poor old horse
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Singer
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Falconer, William
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
O once I was kept all in the stable warm,
To keep my poor flesh and my bones from all harm,
But now I am turned out all in the streets to go,
To face the winter weather in hail, rain, frost and snow.
Refrain
Poor old horse! You must die!
Verse 2
O once I was dressed in linsey woolsey fine,
My mane it did hang down, and my coat it did shine;
But now I'm growing old, and nature does decay,
My master oftimes frowns on me, and one day I heard him say -
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Verse 3
You're old and you're cold, your pace it is but slow,
You eat all my hay and you break all my straw;
Nor neither are you fitting all in my team to draw;
So we'll whip him, cut him, skin him, to the hounds we'll let him go -
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Verse 4
My hide unto the huntsman so freely I will give,
My body to the hounds, for I'd rather die than live,
Besides these active legs of mine, that have run so many miles,
Over hedges, over ditches, over fences, gates and stiles.
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