| Lyrics: | THE GREY MARE
Young Roger the miller came courting of late,
To a rich merchant's
daughter called beautiful Kate;
She had to her fortune fine jewels and rings
Diamonds and
rubies and costly fine things.
This caus-ed young Roger for to tell his mind
If she would
be constant, that he would be constant,
Both loving and kind.
When the match was
made up and the money paid down,
Wasn't that a bright sight? About five thousand
pound,
And yet and withal he did vow and declare
That he wouldn't take her without the
grey mare,
Saying, "Although that your daughter is charming and fair,
I won't take your
daughter, I shan't take your daughter
Without the grey mare."
Then out spoke her
father and he spoke with speed,
Saying, "I thought you'd have married my daughter
instead,
But since it's no better, I'm glad it's no worse,
The money once more shall
return to my purse,
For it's enough to drive a man into despair
To lose his own daughter,
to lose his own daughter
For the sake of a mare."
The money it then vanished out of
his sight,
And so did Miss Katie, his joy and delight.
Young Roger was then shown the
way to the door
Never again to come there any more,
Which caused him to tear his long
yellow hair
And wish that he'd never, and wish that he'd never
Spoke of the grey
mare.
About a year after or a little above,
Who did he meet but Miss Katie, his
love.
Smiling, said Roger,"O, don't you know me?"
"If I'm not mistaken, I saw you," said
she,
"Or a man in your apparel with long yellow hair
That once came a-courting, that once
came a-courting
My father's grey mare."
"My dear," then said Roger, "but you are
mista'en,
It was to yourself that a-courting I came,
But I thought your father without any
dispute
Would give me his daughter and grey mare to boot,
Before he'd have lost such a
charming young son,
But oh, I am sorry, but oh, I am sorry
For what I have
done."
"As for your sorrow, I value it not.
There is men eneu' in this world to be
got."
"It's enough to drive a man into despair
To lose his own darling for the sake of a
mare."
"The price of the grey mare it was not so great.
So fare you well Roger, fare you
well Roger,
Go mourn for your Kate."
From Songs of the People, Henry
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@dowry @greed
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