I'm only a horse dear master, but my heart is warm and true,

And I'm ready to work my hardest, for the pleasure of pleasing you.

Good corn and hay and water, are all that I wish to ask,

And a warm dry bed to rest on when I've finished my daily task.

Don't strike me in needless anger if I'm slow to understand,

But encourage my drooping spirits with a gentle voice and hand.

Finally, oh my master!  When my health and strength are gone,

When I'm getting old and feeble and my lifes long work is done-

Don't sell me to cruel owners, to be slaved to my last breath,

But grant me the untold blessing of a quick and painless death.

That as you have always found me a patient and loyal friend,

The years of faithful service may be crowned by a peaceful end,

I plead in the name of the savior, who cares when sparrows fall,

Who was born in a lowly stable and knows and loves us all.

--Author Unknown
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