THE LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF THE GREY MARE.
John Cook had a little grey mare; he, haw, hum:
Her back stood up and her bones they were bare; he, haw, hum.
John Cook was riding up Shuter's bank; he, haw, hum:
And there his nag did kick and prank; he, haw, hum.
John Cook was riding up Shuter's hill; he, haw, hum:
His mare fell down and she made her will; he, haw, hum.
The bridle and saddle were laid on the shelf; he, haw, hum:
If you want any more, you may sing it yourself: he, haw, hum.
THE SEARCH AFTER FORTUNE.
My father he died, but I can't tell you how,
He left me six horses to drive in my plough:
With my wing wang waddle oh,
Jack sing saddle oh,
Blowsey boys bubble oh,
Under the broom.
I sold my six horses and I bought me a cow,
I'd fain have made a fortune, but did not know how:
With my wing wang, etc.