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"Tom Pearce, Tom Pearce, lend me your grey mare,

All along, down along, out along, lee.

For I want for to go to Widdecombe Fair,

Wi' Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney, Peter Davy, Dan'l Whiddon,

Harry Hawk, old Uncle Tom Cobbley and all,"

CHORUS: Old Uncle Tom Cobbley and all.

2

"And when shall I see again my grey mare?"

All along, &c.

"By Friday soon, or Saturday noon,

Wi' Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, &c."

3

Then Friday came, and Saturday noon,

All along, &c.

But Tom Pearce's old mare hath not trotted home,

Wi' Bill Brewer, &c.

4

So Tom Pearce he got up to the top o' the hill

All along, &c.

And he seed his old mare down a making her will

Wi' Bill Brewer, &c.

5

So Tom Pearce'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.

6

But this isn't the end o' this shocking affair,

All along, &c.

Nor, though they be dead, of the horrid career

Of Bill Brewer, &c.

7

When the wind whistles cold on the moor of a night

All along, &c.

Tom Pearce's old mare doth appear, gashly white,

Wi' Bill Brewer, &c.

8

And all the long night be heard skirling and groans,

All along, &c.

From Tom Pearce's old mare in her rattling bones,

And from Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney, Peter Davy, Dan'l Whiddon,

Harry Hawk, old Uncle Tom Cobbley and all.

CHORUS: Old Uncle Tom Cobbley and all.