My tail it grew at length ... my coat did likewise shine.
But now I’m growing old my beauty does de-cay.
My master frowns up-on me; one day I heard him say,
Poor old horse, poor old horse.
MARY, COME INTO THE FIELD
[[midi]] [[lilypond]]
Mary, come into the field ...
To work a-long of I....
Digging up man-gel wor-zels,