Poor man's labour never done, or, The mother's advice/The Auld Man's Mare's Dead

The AULD MAN'S MARE'S DEAD.

THE auld man's mare's dead,
The puire man's mare's dead,
The auld man's mare's dead,
A mile aboon Dundee.

She had the hooks they ca'd the crooks,
The jaw piſh and the wanton looks:
On every lug ſhe had the brooks,
And the hooks aboon her eye.
Chor. And the auld man's mare's, etc.

She was cut-luggit, panch-lipit,
Steel-wamed, ſtanchel-fitit,
Chanler-chaftet, and lang-neckit,
And yet the bruit did die.
Chor. And the auld Man's, etc.

When firſt my maſter came to town,
He tied me to a ſtanchel round,
He took a chappin to himſel,
But ne'er a drap gae me.

Chor. And the auld man's mare's dead,
The puire man's mare's dead;
The peats and tures and a's to lead,
And yet the brute aid die.

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