Poor Old Horse

 
Performed by:
Billy Palmer and Chris Ralphs
Recorded in:
Dore, Sheffield
Recorded on:
01/01/1971
Recorded by:
Ruairidh Greig
Genre:
Ritual
Keywords:
Hounds,
Hunting,
Farm animals
 

Archival information

TYG:
60
Key:
D
Time Signature:
2/4
Roud id:
513
Laws id:
Master title:
Poor Old Horse
Places Cited:

Lyrics

1
We have a poor owd horse
And he’s standing at your door,
And if you wish to let him in
He’ll please you all I’m sure.
Poor owd horse, poor owd horse.

2
He once was a young horse
And in his youthful prime;
His master used to ride on him
And he thought him very fine.
Poor owd horse, poor owd horse.

3
But now he’s getting owd
And his nature doth decay,
He’s forced to nab yon short grass
That grows beneath yon way.
Poor owd horse, poor owd horse.

4
He’s eaten all my hay
And he’s spoile`d all my straw;
He’s neither fit to ride upon,
Nor e’en attempt to draw.
Poor owd horse, poor owd horse.

5
We’ll whip him, hunt him, slash him
And a-hunting let him go,
Over hedges, over ditches,
Over fancy gates and stiles.
Poor owd horse, poor owd horse.

6
I’ll ride him to the huntsman;
So freely I will give
My body to the hounds then,
I’d rather die than live.
Poor owd horse, poor owd horse.

7
Thy poor owd bones,
They shall lie beneath yon ground
And never more be thought of
By all the hunting round.
Poor owd horse, thou must die.

Spoken:- Get up, Bob.

Archival information

TYG:
60
Key:
D
Time Signature:
2/4
Roud id:
513
Laws id:
Master title:
Poor Old Horse
Places Cited: