Tom Pearse, Tom Pearse, lend I (me) the grey mare,
All along, down along, out along lee.
For I wants (want) to go to Widdicombe Fair
With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney
Peter Day, Daniel Whiddon, Harry Hawk
Old Uncle Tom Cobleigh and all
Old Uncle Tom Cobleigh and all.
And when shall I see again my grey mare?
All along, down along, out along lee.
By Friday soon, or Saturday noon,
With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney
Peter Day, Daniel Whiddon, Harry Hawk
Old Uncle Tom Cobleigh and all
Old Uncle Tom Cobleigh and all.
Then Friday came and Saturday noon.
All along, down along, out along lee.
Still Tom grey mare has not trotted home.
With Bill Brewer etc.
Then Tom Pearse went up to the top of the hill
All along, down along, out along lee.
And he saw his old mare down a-making her will.
With Bill Brewer etc.
So Tom Pearce's old mare, took sick and her (she) died
All along, down along, out along lee
And Tom, he sat down on a stone and he cried.
With Bill Brewer etc.
When the wind whistles cold on the moor of a night,
All along, down along, out along lee.
Then Tom Pearse's old mare doth appear ghastly white.
With Bill Brewer etc.
And all the long night be heard skirling and groans,
All along, down along, out along lee
From Tom Pearse's old mare and a rattling of bones.
With Bill Brewer etc.