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Then Friday came, and Saturday noon, All along, etc. But Tom Pearse's old mare hath not trotted home, Wi' Bill Brewer, etc.

So Tom Pearse he got up to the top o' the hill, All along, etc. And he seed his old mare down a making her will Wi' Bill Brewer, etc.

So Tom Pearse's old mare, her took sick and died, All along, etc. And Tom he sat down on a stone, and he cried Wi' Bill Brewer, etc.

But this isn't the end o' this shocking affair, All along, etc. Nor, though they be dead, of the horrid career Of Bill Brewer, etc.

When the wind whistles cold on the moor of a night, All along, etc. Tom Pearse's old mare doth appear, gashly white, Wi' Bill Brewer, etc.

And all the long night be heard skirling and groans, All along, etc. From Tom Pearse's old mare in her rattling bones, And from Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney, Peter Davy, Dan'l Whiddon, Harry Hawk, old Uncle Tom Cobbleigh and all. Chorus.—Old Uncle Tom Cobbleigh and all.