We've got a poor old horse
He's standing at your door
And if you'll only let him in
He'll greet you all I'm sure
He'll greet you all I'm sure
He'll greet you all I'm sure
He'll greet you all I'm sure
Now that He's grown old
And nature doth decay
My master frowns upon him now
These words I've heard him say
These words I've heard him say
These words I've heard him say
These words I've heard him say
Now that he's grown old
And scarcely can he crawl
He's forced to eat the coarsest grass
That grows against the wall
That grows against the wall
That grows against the wall
It grows against the wall
This poor horse was once young
And in his youthful prime
My master used to ride on him
He thought him very fine
He thought him very fine
He thought him very fine
He thought him very fine
