POOR OLD MAN (from the singing of Richard Maitland) (Doerflinger - Songs of the Sailor and Lumberman - p 14) As I walked out up-on the road one day, [for they say so, and they know so,] I saw 'n old man with a load of hay, [Oh, poor old man!] Says I, old man, your horse is lame, Says I, Old man that horse will die Now if he dies he'll be my loss And if he lives he'll be my horse. And if he dies I'll tan his skin If he live I'll ride him again Round Cape Horn through frost and snow, Round Cape Horn I had to go. Growl you may, but go you must If you growl too loud your head they'll bust.
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