Classic Poem

I once was a bold fellow and went with a team,
And all my delight was in keeping them clean.
With brushes and curries I'd show their bright colour,
And the name that they gave me was a hearty good fellow.

As every evening I go to my bed,
The thought of my horses comes into my head;
I rise the next morning to give them some meat,
As soon as I can get the shoes on my feet.

The first was a white horse, as white as the milk,
The next was a grey horse, as soft as the silk;
The next was a black horse, as sleek as a mole,
The next was a brown horse, like diamonds did show.

As I go a-driving all on the highway,
When light goes my load, then I feed them with hay,
And give them some water when we comes to a pond,
And after they've drunk, boys, go steady along.

My feet they grow weary walking by their side;
I said to my mate, ‘I will get up for a ride.’
And as I was riding, I made a new song,
And as I did sing it you must learn it along.