I had a horse whose name was "Napoleon"
All on account of his boney parts
He was sired by old Hambletonian
Damned by all who saw him start

He was so thin you could see right through him
Hair on him was fine as silk
I drove him to my milk wagon
When I wanted to stop, I hollered out, "Milk!"

I was out ridin' one fine mornin'
'Long came a rooker, rigged so neat
Said he to me, "Come on old duffer,
We'll have a race right down the street"

Ohhh! I started out all helter-skelter
I had a smile all over my face
Sure as a sinner, I was comin' out the winner
When the cuss hollered, "Milk!"...And I lost... the... race