Dead Horse - Sean Dagher, Nils Brown, Michiel Schrey

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

O, 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

We’ll rop him down with a long long ro'

And we say so, and we hope so

Where the sharks have his body and the devil takes his soul!

O, poor old man