lifted from the Shantymen's website - "shantyman.com" I used to sing this with the Fo'c's'le Firkins.


A poor old man came riding by
Ch: And we say so, and we hope so!
A poor old man came riding by
Ch: Oh, poor old horse!

Says I, old man, your horse will die
Says I, old man, your horse will die

And if he dies we'll tan his skin
And if he don't we'll ride him agin'

For one long month I rode him hard
For one long month we all rode him hard

But now your month is up, old Turk,
Get up you swine and look for work

Get up you swine and look for graft
While we lays on and drags ye aft

He's as dead as a nail in the lamp room door
And he won't come a worryin' us no more

We use the hair of his tail to sew our sails
And the iron of his shoe to make deck nails

We'll hoist him up to the 'fore yard arm
Where he won't do sailors any harm

We'll drop him down with a long, long roll
Where the sharks'll have his body, and the devil take his soul

Cheers

Bugsy