John Cook he had a little grey mare

John Cook he had a little grey mare,
Hee haw, hum;
Here legs were long and her back was bare,
Hee haw, hum!

John Cook was riding up Shooter's Bank,
Hee haw, hum;
The mare she began to kick and to prank,
Hee haw, hum!

John Cook was riding up Shooter's Hill,
Hee haw, hum;
His mare fell down and made her will,
Hee haw, hum!

The bridle and saddle were laid on the shelf,
Hee haw, hum;
If you want any more, you may sing it yourself,
Hee haw, hum!