My grandmother, born in 1901, sang this to us when we were small.


I had a horse and I called him Napleon
All on account of his bony parts
When I hitched him to my milk wagon
Sure's you hollered milk
He was bound to stop.

Then one day when I was out riding
Up came a dude with a rig so neat
Said he to me you gosh darned rube
I'll run you a race right down the street.

Off we started helter skelter
Dust a'flyin round us both
And as sure as I'm a sinner
I was coming in a winner
When a lady hollered "MILK"
And I lost the race!