Motley Words

A poor old man came a-riding by,
And we say so! And we hope so
Says I, “Old man, your horse will die”.
Oh, poor old horse!

And if he dies we’ll tan his hide,
And we say so! And we hope so
But if he lives we’ll ride him again.
Oh, poor old horse!

For a month a rotten life we’ve led,
And we say so! And we hope so
While you’ve lain in your feather bed.
Oh, poor old horse!

But now that month is up, old Turk,
And we say so! And we hope so
Get up, you swine, and look for work.
Oh, poor old horse!

Get up, you swine, and look for graft,
And we say so! And we hope so
While we lays on, and yanks you aft.
Oh, poor old horse!

And after work and sore abuse,
And we say so! And we hope so
I’ll salt you down for sailor’s use.
Oh, poor old horse!

We’ll hoist him up to the main yardarm,
And we say so! And we hope so
And drop him down to the bottom of the sea.
Oh, poor old horse!

We’ll sink him down with a long, long roll,
And we say so! And we hope so
Where the sharks ‘ll have his body, and the devil have his soul!
Oh, poor old horse!

I thought I heard the Old Man say,
And we say so! And we hope so
Just one more pull and then belay!
Oh, poor old horse!

(Motley Crew 01 Jan 2012)