John Cook had a little grey mare;
he, haw, hum !
Her back stood up, and her bones they were bare;
he, haw, hum!
John Cook was riding up Shuter's bank;
he, haw, hum!
And there his nag did kick and prank;
he, haw, hum!
John Cook was riding up Shuter'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 may sing it yourself;
he, haw, hum!