Poor Old Horse Paroles

He'll greet you all I'm sure,
He'll greet you all I'm sure.

Now that He's grown old
And nature doth decay,
My master frowns upon him now,
These words I've heard him say,
These words I've heard him say.

These words I've heard him say,
These words I've heard him say.

Now that he's grown old
And scarcely can he crawl,
He's forced to eat the coarsest grass,
That grows against the wall,
That grows against the wall.

That grows against the wall,
It grows against the wall. He thought him very fine,
He thought him very fine.

He thought him very fine,
He thought him very fine.

[Repeat first verse]