Mccarthy's Mare - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
MCCARTHY'S MARE. 
We started for the fair. With spirits light and hearty, Behind McCarthy's mare; Oh! it was a lively party I You never saw the likes of it. Believe me what I say I Sure we had a roaring racket, But the mare she ran away. 
Chorus. Off she wint off she wint Be gob I was not worth a cint; The sate was just as hard as flint, Behind McCarthy's mare. 
"Hould her in!" McCarthy cried; "Stop her!" says McCue, I tho't I'd shake to pieces, As along the road we flew; Me head was swimming like a top, My heart was in despair; The divil himself was in the wheels Behind McCarthy's mare.-Chorus 
McCarthy held the reins, And Murphy held McCarthy, But whisky tilled their brains, And made them wild and hearty; Maloney tumbled out behind, And there we let him lay-Sure I offered to assist him-But the mare she ran away!-Chorus. 
Me dacent coat was tore, Me hat was left behind me; I rattled and I swore, And I thought the dust would blind me. In holes and ditches wint the wheels; Oh I murther what a day! Sure myself was kilt entirely, With the mare that run away.-Chorus.