Old Timbrook was a black horse, black as any crow
Old Timbrook was a black horse, black as any crow
Got a white ring 'round his forepaw, white as any snow
Yes, old Timbrook, he come dartin', like a bullet from a gun
Old Timbrook, he come dartin', like a bullet from a gun
And old Molly, she come creepin, like a criminal to be hung
"Johnny Walker, Johnny Walker, Johnny Walker, my dear son
Johnny Walker, Johnny Walker, Johnny Walker, my dear son
Hold tight rein on Timbrook, so that horse can run."
Oh the cuckoo was a fine bird, hollers when he flies
Oh the cuckoo was a fine bird, hollers when he flies
But he never hollers "cuckoo", 'til the fourth day July
Oh the race track it was dusty, and the wind was high
Oh the race track it was dusty, and the wind was high
Well, you couldn't see old Timbrook as he come dartin' by
Oh the children, they did holler, and the old folks squalled
Oh the children, they did holler, and the old folks squalled
But old Timbrook, he beat Molly to the hole-in-the-wall
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I love my race horse, like to have my fun
Yes, I loves my race horse, like to have my fun
Old missus went to the race track, and lost all of her mon'
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