Poor old man came riding along
And we say so and we hope so
Poor old man came riding along
Poor old man
Poor old man your horse he must die
Poor old man your horse he must die
Well, thirty days have come and gone
Well, thirty days have come and gone
Now we are on a good month’s pay
I think I hear the old man say
So give them grog for the thirtieth day
So give them grog for the thirtieth day
So up aloft to the main yard arm
Cut him adrift it’ll do no harm