Tom Pearce, Tom Pearce, lend me your grey mare,
All along, down along, out along lee.
For I want for to go to Widdicombe Fair.
Refrain:
With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney,
Peter Davey, Dan'l Whiddon, Harry Hawke,
Old uncle Tom Cobleigh and all,
Old uncle Tom Cobleigh and all.
And when shall I see again the grey mare?
All along, down along, out along lee.
By Friday noon, or Saturday soon
Then Friday came and Saturday noon,
All along, down along, out along lee.
But Tom's old mare has not trotted home.
Then Tom Pearce went up to the top of the hill,
All along, down along, out along lee.
And he see'd his old mare a-down making her will.
So Tom Pearce's old mare had took sick and had died,
[...]
And Tom, he sat down on a stone and he cried.
When the wind whistles cold on the moor of a night,
Tom Pearce's old mare doth appear ghastly white.
And all the long night be heard skirling and groans,
All along, down along, out along lee.
From Tom Pearce's old mare and a rattling of bones.
With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney,
Peter Davey, Dan'l Whiddon,
Old uncle Tom Cobleigh and all,
Old uncle Tom Cobleigh and...
Harry Hawke?
Old uncle Tom Cobleigh and...
Harry Hawke?
Old uncle Tom Cobleigh and...
Harry Hawke!
Old uncle Tom Cobleigh and all.
That's all!
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