1 86 Our Noblest Friend, The Horse 



Every time he gits another of his batteries to go, 



He comes whoopin' out to tell us that the horse don't stand 



a show. 

 And you'd think to see these chaffeurs, as they go 



a-chaufifin', it 

 Was good-by to Mr. Dobbin. 

 But 



he * 



ain't 



went 

 yit. 



When the people git to flyin' in the air, T s'pose they'll say. 

 As we long have been a-sayin', that the horse has had his day. 

 And I s'pose that some old feller jist about like me'll stand 

 Where it's safe and watch the horses haulin' stuff across the 



land ; 

 And he'll mebby think as I do, while the crows above him flit, 

 " Oh, they say the horse is done for, 

 But 

 he 



ain't 



went 



yit." 



