The Noble Horse

This is my best effort at songwriting. Be very, very grateful that I am not there to sing it to you (although an audio of that is available). Without further ado -

When I was just a young lad, barely six years old
I climbed upon me father’s knee and this to me he told
You’ll have many friends me boy, this cannot be denied
But the greatest friend you’ll know, is the one you ride

The horse will bring you home
The horse will bring you home
Your other good friends will come to bad ends
The horse will bring you home

I went to see me mother to ask if this were true
She pulled me close and whispered low, I’ll say this to you
You’ll meet many fillies, in this you cannot not fail
But place your trust in only those with four hooves and a tail

The horse will bring you home
The horse will bring you home
These girls you will meet will leave you in the street
The horse will bring you home

I went out a’riding and chanced upon a lass
Many happy hours we spent, a-holding down the grass
How was I supposed to know that I was doin’ wrong?
Till she let out an awful shriek when her husband came along

The horse he brought me home
The horse he brought me home
Not one for a fight I took me to flight
The horse he brought me home

I went to the tavern, to slake me mighty thirst
The drink it got the best of me, and the floor it got the worst
The innkeep such an evil man, he threw me in the street
I struggled to my knees at last and there I chanced to meet…

The horse he brought me home
The horse he brought me home
T’was quite a battle to get in the saddle
But the horse he brought me home

I happened on a lady who simply had no shame
After several hours of bliss I asked her for her name
What she told me sweetly, had me a-runnin from her bed
She whispered there on those silk sheets that to the mayor she’d wed

The horse he brought me home,
The horse he brought me home
The watch they give chase, but we won that race,
The horse he brought me home

The king he sent me off to war and I did what I could
But when it came to fighting lor I wasn’t very good
So when that arrow found its mark I thought that that was it
But it turned out all that it did was make it hard to sit…

The horse he brought me home
The horse he brought me home
It wasn’t too grand in the stirrups to stand
But the horse he brought me home

And when at last the time it came that he could bear no more
I cried myself a river and I swam myself to shore
I could not bear to part from him, though na man would say he’s small
I had him stuffed and mounted and put him in my hall

The horse I brought him home
The horse I brought him home
He’s not quite as spry, but neither am I,
The horse I brought him...

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