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knife across the line, and the 'Poor Old Horse' dropped 
with a splash into the blue waves and floated sadly astern. 
These are some of the words of the song, and the air as 
nearly as I can remember it. 
THE OLD HORSE 
Chantie man sings. 
All sing. 
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They say my horse is dead and gone, And they say so, and they 
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hope so ! 
They 
say my horse is 
dead 
nd gone ; Oh, 
P- 
poor 
old 
Chantie Man: For one long month I rode him hard, 
All together: And the?y say so, and they hope so ! 
Chantie Man : For one long month I rode him hard ; 
All: Oh, poor old man ! 
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But if he ; s dead I '11 bury him low, 
And they say so, and they hope so ! 
But if he's dead I ; 11 bury him low ; 
Oh, poor old man ! 
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Then drop him to the depths of the sea, 
And they say so, and they hope so ! 
Then drop him to the depths of the sea; 
Oh, poor old man ! 
After the tragedy came a reaction. The bo'sun chaffed 
Peter —Peter White, cook of the Balsena, in full. Peter 
