I grew up in the city, not many horses, except for the guy with the horse pulling a produce wagon up and down the streets.
Then there was the time me and two friends were underage drinking at night in a pavilion in a large city park called PennyPack, not far from a bridge that was built by William Penn and still in use to this day.
In the distance we hear this booming voice getting closer and closer, singing something about "eating your guts and drinking your blood..."
We froze as we hear horse hoofs along with the singing. Suddenly a mounted Philly cop comes riding through the pavilion, drunk as hell, holding a bottle of bourbon, says "Hows it going boys"!
...and rides out, singing more of the happy tune...The horse seemed to be enjoying it...