Saddle room songs and hunting ballads

by Frederick C. Palmer

TO AN OLD SADDLE ABOUT TO BE SOLD.

Thou’rt getting up in years old friend,

As thy worn out leathers tell;

And thou has borne me bravely

O’er many a rugged fell,

On many a hunting morning,

In many a gallant run,

O’er many a wall and blackthorn,

And now thy work is done.