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Poor Old Horse (Original Mix) - Shirley Elizabeth Collins
Lyrics by：Shirley Elizabeth Collins
Composed by：Shirley Elizabeth Collins
My clothing was once of a linsey-woolsey fine
My mane it was sleek and my body it did shine
But now I'm getting old and I'm going to decay
Me master frowns upon me and thus they all do say
Poor old horse
My living was once to the best of corn and hay
As ever grew in England and that they all did say
But now there's no such comfort as I can find at all
I'm forced to nab the short grass that grows against the wall
Poor old horse
