| Marilyn Taylor Wilkinson TUNE: Michael Finnigan SITE SOURCE: Folklore Unit - People NAPOLEONI had a horse and his name was NapoleonAll on account of his bony parts He was sired by an old Hambletonian, Damned by everyone round these parts He was so thin you could see right through him; Hair as fine as the finest silk. I hitched him up to an old milk wagon; Taught him to stop when I hollered 'Milk!' As I was goin' to town one morning, Met a fellow with a rig so fine. Said he, “I'll race your old Hambletonian,” Said I, “You're on,” and I fell in line. Down the road a helter skelter , We were going at a hell of a pace. Sure as I'm a sinner I was comin' out winner; Someone hollered 'Milk!” and I lost that race. |