John Cook



John Cook :




John Cook he had a little grey mare;

he, haw, hum!



Her back stood up, and her bones they were bare;

he, haw, hum!



John was riding up Shunter's Bank;

he, haw, hum!



And there his nag did kick and prank;

he, haw, hum!



John Cook was riding up Shunter's Hill;

he, haw, hum!



His mare fell down and she made her will;

he, haw, hum!



The bridle and saddle were laid on the shelf;

he, haw, hum!



If you want any more you my sing it yourself;

he, haw, hum!





























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