SONGS. 118

 

CXCI.
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’

CXCIL.
THERE was a jolly miller
Lived on the River Dee;
He worked and sung from morn till night,
No lark so blithe as he;
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