John Cook's Mare - Poem

John Cook's Mare

Poem : "John Cook's Mare" - Old Rhyme

John Cook he had a little grey mare;
Hee, haw, hum!
Her back stood up, and her bones were bare;
Hee, haw, hum!
John Cook was riding up Shuter’s Bank;
Hee, haw, hum!
And there his nag did kick and prank;
Hee, haw, hum!
John Cook was riding up Shuter’s Hill;
Hee, haw, hum!
His mare fell down, and she made her will;
Hee, haw, hum!
The bridle and saddle were laid on the selfl;
Hee, haw, hum!
If you want me any more you may sing it your self;
Hee, haw, hum!

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