Текст песни Old Horse - Martin Carthy
Old
horse
old
horse
what
brought
you
here
Carted
stones
this
many′s
the
year
Killed
by
stones
and
sore
abuse
They
salt
you
down
for
sailors'
use
A
warrior
am
I
and
at
war
I′ve
been
Fighting
for
my
country
and
king
Now
I'm
old
and
I'm
in
decay
It′s
poor
old
horse
get
on
your
way
My
keeping
once
was
the
stable
wall
Free
from
all
cold
winds
and
harm
Now
in
the
fields
I
am
forced
to
go
Turned
out
in
the
cold
and
rain
and
snow
My
feeding
once
was
the
oats
and
hay
That
grew
in
the
fields
and
the
meadows
gay
Now
I′ll
get
no
such
at
all
But
pull
at
the
short
grass
by
the
wall
The
sailors
they
do
me
despise
Kick
my
body
and
damn
my
eyes
Cut
my
meat
and
pick
my
bones
Throw
the
rest
to
Davey
Jones
Here
is
a
hoof
that
was
so
well
shod
Likewise
a
hide
that
sweat
so
hard
Whipped
him
lashed
him
drove
him
down
Rise
up
old
horse
and
shine
again
Acknowledgements
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