"Unwholesome boots," says Tommy Linn.
Tommy Linn has a mare of the gray,
Lam'd of all four as I hear say;
It has the farcy all over the skin,
"It's a running jade," says Tommy Linn.
Tommy Linn no bridle had to put on,
But two mouses' tails that he put on;
Tommy Linn had no saddle to put on,
But two urchin skins, and them he put on.
Tommy Linn went to yonder hall,