Chorus:
Wi' Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer
Peter Gurney, Peter Davey
Dan'l
Whiddon, Harry Hawke
Old Uncle Tom Cobleigh and all
Old Uncle Tom Cobleigh
and all
Tom Pearce, Tom Pearce, lend me your grey mare
All along down along out
along lee
Us wants to go to Widdecombe Fair
Why, when again will I see my grey mare
All along down along out along
lee
By Friday noon or Saturday soon
Friday came and Saturday soon
All along down along out along lee
Tom's
grey mare she ne'er did come home
So Tom he went up to the top of the hill
All along down along out along
lee
And there he sees his mare making her will
Tom's grey mare she up sick and died
All along down along out along
lee
And Tom sat down on a stone and he cried
And all the night long there'd be skirling and groans
All along down along
out along lee
Of Tom's grey mare and the rattling bones of
When the wind whistles cold on the moors at night
All along down along out
along lee
Tom's grey mare doth appear ghastly white
