Old Joe pulled the wagon forward
Pots went jangle on its side
Little children tucked up warmly
Rocked to sleep upon the ride
Old Joe's hooves kept steady rhythm
Through the lonely lanes ahead
Up above the sunset settled
Turning sky a shade of red
Old Joe, ever faithful leading
Vardo wheels roll close behind
Come the morning he can rest
His harness they will then unbind
Old Joe free to wander meadows
Underneath the new days sun
Family safe at destination
Old Joe's work now done
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