John Cook he had a little grey mare;
he, haw, hum!
Her back stood up, and her bones they were bare;
he, haw, hum!
John was riding up Shunter's Bank;
he, haw, hum!
And there his nag did kick and prank;
he, haw, hum!
John Cook was riding up Shunter'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 my sing it yourself;
he, haw, hum!
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