My grandmother, born in 1901, sang this to us when we were small. I had a horse and I called him Napleon All on account of his bony parts When I hitched him to my milk wagon Sure's you hollered milk He was bound to stop. Then one day when I was out riding Up came a dude with a rig so neat Said he to me you gosh darned rube I'll run you a race right down the street. Off we started helter skelter Dust a'flyin round us both And as sure as I'm a sinner I was coming in a winner When a lady hollered "MILK" And I lost the race!
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