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Old Horse O' Mine
Hoof-beats that rang on the crowded street, Had never beat unto me All the wealth of the gold in your old black hide, All the grit of you loyalty; But deep in the sand of a lonely land, Out on many a far flung trail, Your old hoofs spoke of a heart you broke For me, that you might not fail.
Great eyes, that dusked in the green gums' wave, Though I recked not that you were there, That danced or dulled at the whim mayhap Of a fancy unaware - How the mateship grew in the depths of you, When the waste spread its gauntness wide. How you parched with me, how you marched with me, Through that Hell of a thirst denied.
Brave Soul that sprung in the colt of you, Unguessed in the years far back, Ere your Fate ran out from a land of streams To the drought of a sun-blazed track - For the days since seen, for the pals we've been, When Old Time sees us through - O! If then there be for the likes o' me, A Heav,n - it must hold you too.