A poor old man came riding by





And we say so and we know so

Oh, a poor old man came riding by

Oh poor old man

Says I old man your horse will die

And we say so and we know so

And if he dies we'll tan his hide

Oh poor old man

And if he don't i'll ride him again

And we say so and we know so

And I'll ride him till the lord knows when

Oh poor old man

Hes dead as a nail in the lamp room door

And we say so and we know so

And he wont come worrying us no more

Oh poor old man

We'll use the hair of his tail to sew our sails

And we say so and we know so

And the iron of his shoes to make deck nails

Oh poor old man

Drop him down with a long long rope

And we say so and we know so

Where the sharks will have his body and the devil takes his soul

Oh poor old man

I can almost imagine Applejack singing this shanty