No 101 I Rode My Little Horse
F.W.B.
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1
I rode my little horse, from London town I came,
I rode into the country, to seek myself a dame,
And if I meet a pretty maid, be sure I’ll kiss her then;
And swear that I will marry her—but will not tell her when!
2
I found a buxom widow, with many tons of gold,
I lived upon her fortune, as long as it would hold.
Of pounds I took five hundred, bestrode my horse, and then,
I promised I would marry her—but never told her when!
3
A vintner had a daughter, the Golden Sun his sign,
I tarried at his tavern, I drank his choicest wine;
I drank out all his cellar, bestrode my horse, and then,
I said the maid I’d marry,—but never told him when!
4
The guineas are expended, the wine is also spent;
The widow and the maiden, they languish and lament.
And if they come to seek me, I’ll pack them back again,
With promises of marriage,—but never tell them when.
5
My little horse I mounted, the world that I might see,
I found a pretty maiden—as poor as poor could be.
My little horse neglected, to London ran away,
I asked if she would marry, and bade her name the day.