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T:Poor Old Horse
B: Songs and Ballads of Northern England, Walter Scott Ltd
Z:John Stokoe
F:http://www.folkinfo.org/songs
Q:1/4=100     %Tempo
M:4/4     %Meter
L:1/8     %
K:C
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w:My Cloth-ing once was lin-sey wol-sey fine,
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w:My hair un-link't, and my coat it did shine.
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w:But now in o-pen fields I'm forc'd for to go,
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w:To face the cold win-ter and the  hail-storm and the snow
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w: Cry-ing, "Poor old horse_ O poor_ old_ horse."
W:My clothing once was linsey-woolsey fine,
W:My hair unlinkt and my coat it did shine.
W:But now in open fields I'm forc'd for to go,
W:To face the cold winter and the hailstorm and snow.
W:Crying "Poor old horse, O poor old horse."
W:
W:My bait it once was of the best of hay
W:That ever grew in fields or in meadows gay;
W:But now to no such comfort I can get at all.
W:I'm forced for the crop the short grass that grows upon the wall.
W:Crying "Poor old horse, O poor old horse."
W:
W:My days are near an end, and now I must die
W:And at some lownd dike back my weary bowk may lie;
W:I do not greatly mind, for I'm clean done anyhow
W:And my master does not care, for I'm worse than useless now.
W:Crying "Poor old horse, O poor old horse."
W:
W:My skin unto the huntsman I freely do give
W:My flesh unto the hounds I also bequeath
W:Likewise my body stout, that's gone o'er so many miles
W:Over hedge, over ditches, over gates and over stiles.
W:Crying "Poor old horse, O poor old horse."