Oh, the old gray mare, she ain't what she used to be, Ain't what she used to be, ain't what she used to be. The old gray mare she ain't what she used to be, Many long years ago. Many long years ago, many long years ago, The old gray mare, she ain't what she used to be, Many long years ago. The old gray mare she kicked on the whiffletree, Kicked on the whiffletree, kicked on the whiffletree. The old gray mare she kicked on the whiffletree, Many long years ago. Many long years ago, many long years ago, The old gray mare, she ain't what she used to be, Many long years ago. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MOTHER TO HER SICK CHILD by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES SCHOOL AND SCHOOLFELLOWS; FLOREAT ETONA by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED WINTER: MY SECRET by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI MY BED IS A BOAT by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE WINDS OF FATE by ELLA WHEELER WILCOX |