I had a horse and his name was Napoleon
Named on account of his bony parts
He was sired by old Macedonian
And damned by everyone who rode on the cart

He was so thin you could look right through him
Hair was fine as the finest silk
Drove him twenty-one years on the milk cart
When I wished to stop I'd sing out, "MILK!"

The other day down to the city
I met a man with a rig so neat
He said to me, "Come on you reuben,
Lets run a race right down the street".

Off we started helter-skelter
I was ahead and I set the pace
Sure as a sinner I was comin' in a winner
When someone hollered milk, and I lost the race....

This is the way my Dad used to sing it to his children and grand- children.