O Laws,
O
Laws, what brought you here?
With cart and stone, this man is the year
Killed with stones and sore abuse
They sold you down for the sailors'
use
Warrior, I am an abroad I've been,
Fighting for my country and king.
Now I'm old and have been decades,
For old wolves, get on your way.
A -keeping once was the
stable warm,
Free from all cold winds and harm.
Now in the fields I am forced to go,
Turned out in the cold, hail, rain and snow.
But feeding was the oats and hay,
That grew in the fields or
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 they damn my eyes
They cut my meat and
they pick my bones
They throw the rest to
David
Jones
Here's a hoof that was so well shod,
Like wine's eye that sweat so hard,
Whipped him, lashed him,
drove him down,
Rise up, old horse, and shine again!