Dead Horse

A poor old man came riding by
 And we say so, and we know so
 Oh, a poor old man came riding by
 Oh, poor old man
 Says, "Hi, old man, your horse will die"
 And we say so, and we know so
 And if he dies, we'll tan his hide
 Oh, 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 until the Lord knows when
 Oh, poor old man
 He is 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
 Oh, 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
 Old poor old man
 Drop him down with a long long rope
 And we say so, and we hope so
 Where the sharks will have his body, and the devil takes his soul
 Oh, poor old man