Dead Horse

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 man

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 man

And if he don't
I'll ride him again
And we say so
And we know so
And I'll ride him
'Til the Lord knows when
O, poor old man

He's dead as a nail
In the lamp room door
And we say so
And we know so
And he won't come
Worrying us no more
O, poor old man

We'll use the hair of his tail
To sew our sails
And we say so
And we know so
And the iron of his shoes
To make deck nails
O, poor old man

Drop him down
With a long long rope
And we say so
And we hope so
Where the sharks have his body
And the devil takes his soul!
O, poor old man