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.