Tom Pearce Tom Pearce lend me your grey mare And to be alone la-la la lee That I may go a-ride to Midsummer Fair To my ur-back-bur-back-nicker-back-waller and a-banter-baloo But can you return my grey mare again soon? And to be alone la-la la lee By Friday night or Saturday noon? To my ur-back-bur-back-nicker-back-waller and a-banter-baloo But Friday was gone and Saturday come And to be alone la-la la lee And yet the grey was not to come home To my ur-back-bur-back-nicker-back-waller and a-banter-baloo So off I went to the top of the hill And to be alone la-la la lee And I saw the grey mare had been making her will To my ur-back-bur-back-nicker-back-waller and a-banter-baloo Oh how did you know it was Tommy's grey mare? And to be alone la-la la lee By three new shoes and a tother one bare To my ur-back-bur-back-nicker-back-waller and a-banter-baloo Oh if ever I must me horses to lend And to be alone la-la la lee I'll whisper this song in the ear of my friend To my ur-back-bur-back-nicker-back-waller and a-banter-baloo