The Old Blind Horse - Traditional
This old man, he made a will
And he willed it all to old Uncle Bill.
In his will was an old blind horse,
Two dollars and a quarter, that's what he cost.
And It's come, come along with me,
For the moon is surely rising.
Young girls, young girls can't you see, for
The dew on the grass is shining.
This old horse, he was so lean
Every bone in his body was plain to be seen.
His eyes were sunk so far in his he.
You had to get a telescope to see if he was dead.
This old horse, he died one day,
Lay down his head and went away.
And every crow as they'd pass by
Cried, "Caw, caw, caw, old horse you die."
Arr. © 1986, Blue Flute Music (ASCAP)