A Book of Dartmoor — Chapter 12

"Tom Pearce, Tom Pearce, lend me thy grey mare,All along, down along, out along, lee.For I want for to go to Widdecombe Fair,Wi' Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney, Peter Davy,Dan'l Whiddon, Harry Hawk,Old Uncle Tom Cobleigh and all.

Chorus—Old Uncle Tom Cobleigh and all.

"And when shall I see again my grey mare?All along, down along, out along, lee.By Friday soon, or Saturday noon,Wi' Bill Brewer, etc.

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

"So Tom Pearce he got up to the top of the hillAll along, down along, out along, lee.And he seed his old mare down a-making her will,Wi' Bill Brewer, etc."

"When the wind whistles cold on the moor of a night,All along, down along, out along, lee.Tom Pearce's old mare doth appear ghastly white,Wi' Bill Brewer, etc.

"And all the long night be heard skirling and groans,All along, down along, out along, lee.From Tom Pearce's old mare in her rattling bones,Wi' Bill Brewer, etc."