Tom Pearce Tom Pearce lend me your grey mare
And to be alone la-la la lee
That I may go a-ride to Midsummer Fair
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But can you return my grey mare again soon?
And to be alone la-la la lee
By Friday night or Saturday noon?
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But Friday was gone and Saturday come
And to be alone la-la la lee
And yet the grey was not to come home
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So off I went to the top of the hill
And to be alone la-la la lee
And I saw the grey mare had been making her will
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Oh how did you know it was Tommy's grey mare?
And to be alone la-la la lee
By three new shoes and a tother one bare
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Oh if ever I must me horses to lend
And to be alone la-la la lee
I'll whisper this song in the ear of my friend
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