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We've got a poor old horse, |
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He's standing at your door, |
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And if you'll only let him in, |
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He'll greet you all I'm sure, |
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He'll greet you all I'm sure. |
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He'll greet you all I'm sure, |
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He'll greet you all I'm sure. |
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Now that He's grown old |
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And nature doth decay, |
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My master frowns upon him now, |
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These words I've heard him say, |
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These words I've heard him say. |
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These words I've heard him say, |
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These words I've heard him say. |
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Now that he's grown old |
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And scarcely can he crawl, |
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He's forced to eat the coarsest grass, |
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That grows against the wall, |
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That grows against the wall. |
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That grows against the wall, |
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It grows against the wall. |
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This poor horse was once young, |
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And in his youthful prime, |
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My master used to ride on him, |
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He thought him very fine, |
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He thought him very fine. |
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He thought him very fine, |
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He thought him very fine. |
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[Repeat first verse] |
