The Dead Horse [Italian translation]

A poor old man

Came riding by.

And we say so,

And we know so.

O, a poor old man

Came riding by,

O, poor old man.

Says I, "Old man,

Your horse will die."

And we say so,

And we know so.

And if he dies

we'll tan his hide.

O, poor old man.

And if he don't,

I'll ride him again.

And we say so,

And we know so.

And I'll ride him

'Til the Lord knows when,

O, poor old man.

He's dead as a nail

In the lamp room door,

And we say so,

And we know so.

And he won't come

Worrying us no more

O, poor old man.

We'll use the hair of his tail

To sew our sails

And we say so,

And we know so.

And the iron of his shoes

To make deck nails,

O, poor old man.

Drop him down

With a long long rope

And we say so,

And we hope so.

Where the sharks have his body

And the devil takes his soul!

O, poor old man.

• Artist:Sea Shanties