So Tom Pearse he got up to the top o' the hill,
All along, &c.
And he see'd his old mare down a-making her will
Wi' Bill Brewer, &c.
So Tom Pearse's old mare, her took sick and died,
All along, &c.
And Tom he sat down on a stone, and he cried
Wi' Bill Brewer, &c.
And now that Tom Pearse's old grey mare is dead
All along, &c.