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Poor Old Horse ukulele

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A great christmas folk number from Kate Rusby's "Sweet Bells" album. This is 
brilliant for busking, and is a nice easy one for the accordion. This is a 
slightly simplified version, tabbed myself, but I don't promise any form of 
accuracy! Oh-Pa Oh-Pa rhythm.
Enjoy!

--- Verse 1 ---

      C              F
We've got a poor old horse,
     C                G
He's standing at your door,
    F              C       G
And if you'll only let him in,
      F                 G
He'll greet you all I'm sure,
      F         G       C
He'll greet you all I'm sure.

      F                 G
He'll greet you all I'm sure,
      F         G       C
He'll greet you all I'm sure.

--- Verse 2 ---

C                   F
Now that He's grown old
    C           G
And nature doth decay,
   F             C        G
My master frowns upon him now,
      F                    G
These words I've heard him say,
      F          G         C
These words I've heard him say.

      F                    G
These words I've heard him say,
      F          G         C
These words I've heard him say.

--- Verse 3 ---

C                   F
Now that He's grown old
    C               G
And scarcely can he crawl,
     F                 C        G
He's forced to eat the coarsest grass,
     F                 G
That grows against the wall,
      F    G           C
That grows against the wall.

     F                 G
That grows against the wall,
   F     G           C
It grows against the wall.

--- Verse 4 ---
     C                   F
This poor horse was once young,
    C               G
And in his youthful prime,
   F              C       G
My master used to ride on him,
   F                G
He thought him very fine,
   F           G    C
He thought him very fine.

   F                G
He thought him very fine,
   F           G    C
He thought him very fine.

            
            
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