And we say so and we know so

Poor old colt came trotting be

O poor old horse





Says I "Old colt, your soul begone"

And we say so and we know so

And if he dies, we bury him at dawn

O poor old horse





And if he don't, he'll ride again

And we say so and we know so

And he ride then 'til Celestia knows when

O poor old horse





He's dead as a nail in a lamp room door

And we say so and we know so

And he won't come neighing us no more

O poor old horse





We'll use the hair from his mane to sew our sails

And we say so and we know so

And the iron from his clopper to make deck nails

O poor old horse





Drop him down with a long long rope

And we say so and we know so

Where the sharks will have his body and Discord will take his soul

O POOR OLD HORSE





Poor old colt came trotting by