Poor Old Horse

Poor Old Horse (Original Mix) - Shirley Elizabeth Collins

Lyrics by：Shirley Elizabeth Collins

Composed by：Shirley Elizabeth Collins

My clothing was once of a linsey-woolsey fine

My mane it was sleek and my body it did shine

But now I'm getting old and I'm going to decay

Me master frowns upon me and thus they all do say

Poor old horse

My living was once to the best of corn and hay

As ever grew in England and that they all did say

But now there's no such comfort as I can find at all

I'm forced to nab the short grass that grows against the wall

Poor old horse