Old Gray Mare - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
OLD GRAY MARE. 
As I was a-going to Nottingham fair, A-riding on horse-back, upon a gray mare, Her color 'twas black, but the divil a hair. But what was all yaller, upon my gray mare. My baste she stood still, au' pitched me into the ditch. My skin she did dirty, my clothes she did bruise; Hut I scalded my saddle an' I mounted ngain, And on my tip-toes I rode her over the plain. But when I got there not a soul coud I see, The streets they were crowded a-gazing at me; The l>ells they did ring, an' the people did stare, For to see a coach an' six horses drawn by a gray mare. There was the King, an' the Queen, and a company more, A-riding on horse-back, an' a-walking before; There stood a great drummer a-bating a drum, With his heels in his pockets, before me did run. 
Then it snowed, an' it blowed, an' it rained, and I stood in the With my hat in my hand for to keep my head warm; [storm, [ axed Madame Paul if she'd fancy me now, As well as the day that I came from the plow. Then I'll take my black horse, an' a-fishing I'll go; A-fishing I'll go. whether or no; My fish turned over, my wagon did spill, I'll sell my gray mare-I'll be blowed if I will.