Classic Poem

They say old man your horse will die,
And they say so and they hope so.
Oh, poor old man your horse will die,
Oh, poor old man!

For thirty days I've ridden him,
And they say so, and they hope so.
And when he dies we'll tan his skin,
Oh, poor old man!

And if he lives, I'll ride him again,
And they say so, and they hope so.
I'll ride him with a tighter rein.
Oh, poor old horse!

It's up aloft the horse must go,
They say so, and they hope so.
We'll hoist him up and bury him low.
Oh, poor old horse!