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Title
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Poor old horse
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Singer
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Eggleton, John
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
Once I was clothed 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 frowns upon me and these words I heard him say -
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'Poor old horse! You must die!'
Verse 2
Once I was kept on the best of corn and hay
That in the fields could be grown, or in any meadows gay,
Bit now it is not so, there is no such food at all,
I am forced to nip the short grass that is underneath the wall.
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Verse 3
I used to be kept all in the stable warm,
To keep my tender body and my flesh from all harm,
But now I am turned out all in the fields to go,
To face all kinds of weather, in hail, rain, frost or snow.
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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;
So shoot him, cut him, skin him, to the hounds we'll let him go,
For he's neither fit to ride upon, nor in any team to draw.
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