Then he rode high, and he rode low, And over hill and vale, I trow, Until he espied his fair young bride, Who'd gone away with the gipsies, O! The gipsies, O! &c. 7[16] O will you leave your house and lands, Your golden treasures for to go, Away from your lord that weareth a sword, To follow along with the gipsies, O! The gipsies, O! &c. 8 O I will leave my house and lands, My golden treasures for to go, I love not my lord that weareth a sword, I'll follow along with the gipsies, O! The gipsies, O! &c. 9 'Nay, thou shalt not!' then he drew, I wot, The sword that hung at his saddle bow, And once he smote on her lily-white throat, And there her red blood down did flow Down did flow, &c. 10 Then dipp'd in blood was the posie good, That was of the wildest flowers that blow. She sank on her side, and so she died, For she would away with the gipsies, O! The gipsies, O! For she would away with the gipsies O! [Footnote 14: In singing, these may be omitted.] [Footnote 15: In singing, these may be omitted.] [Footnote 16: In singing, these may be omitted.] No. 51 THE GREY MARE C.J.S. [Music] 1 Young Roger, the Miller, went courting of late A farmer's sweet daughter called Beautiful Kate; Now Kitty was buxom, and bonny and fair, Had plenty of humour, of frolic a share, And her father possessed an uncommon grey mare, A grey mare, a grey mare, An uncommon grey mare. 2 So Roger he dressed himself up as a beau, He comb'd down his locks, and in collars of snow, He went to the farmer, and said, "How d'y do? I love pretty Kitty, to her I'll prove true; Will you give me the grey mare and Katherine too, The grey mare, the grey mare &c. 3 "She's a very nice maiden, a-courting I'm come. Lawks! how I would like the grey mare to ride home! I love your sweet daughter so much I declare, I'm ready my mill--and my stable--to share, With Kitty the charming, and with the grey mare, The grey mare, the grey mare &c." 4 "You're welcome to her, to her hand and her heart, But from the grey mare, man, I never will part." So said the old farmer,--then Roger, "I swear, It is up with my courting, for Kate I don't care, Unless I be given as well the grey mare. The grey mare, the grey mare &c." 5 The years had pass'd swiftly, when withered and grey, Old Roger, the Miller, met Katherine one day, Said he, "I remember you, buxom and fair, As roses your cheeks and as broom was your hair And I came a courting!--Ah, Kate! the grey mare, The grey mare, the grey mare &c." 6