My grandfather born in 1890 sang this song to us all the time.I know the words...
I had a horse and his name was Napoleon all because of his boney parts. He was sired by an old Hambletonian known right well around these parts. He was so thin you could see right through him. His mane was as fine as the finest silk. I hitched him to an old milk wagon and taught him to stop when I hollered out Milk! One fine morning we were out driving, we met with a gent in a rig so neat. He said Rubin (an insulting name for a farmer) I ain't foolin', I'll run you a race rightdown the street. So off we went in a helter skelter, we were settin ' a mighty fine pace. Sure as a sinner I was comin' in a winner, when a lady called out Milk! And I lost the race!