Yonder comes a little man, riding by,
Says old man, your horse’ll die.
Hop, hop, hop, old rabbit, hop.

If he dies I’ll tan his skin,
But if he lives I’ll ride him again.
Hop, hop, hop, old rabbit, hop.

If he dies it’s no big loss,
But if he lives he’s my old horse.
Hop, hop, hop, old rabbit, hop

Old mister rabbit, your ears are mighty long.
Yes, my Lord, they’re put on wrong.
Hop, hop, hop, old rabbit, hop.

Old mister rabbit, you look mighty brave.
Well yes, my Lord, I’m hunting a cave.
Hop, hop, hop, old rabbit, hop.

Old mister rabbit, you look mighty thin.
Well yes, my Lord, I’m splitting the wind.
Hop, hop, hop, old rabbit, hop.

Well, old mister rabbit, you got a bad habit,
Of getting in the garden, and eating all the cabbage.
Hop, hop, hop, old rabbit, hop

I’ll get old Jack, and put him on the track,
And ride that rabbit to thundering back.
Hop, hop, hop, old rabbit, hop