In a lot of men down,
naughty soul would look up,
naughty soul would look up,
naughty soul would look down,
naughty soul would look up,
naughty soul would look down to show
me my way to fill my room and gown.
I bought me a horse,
which was called the Grey Bear,
Grey mane and grey tail,
a green stripe down her back,
grey mane and grey tail,
a green stripe down her back,
and
there ain't a hair on her that ain't all black.
She stood so still,
she threw me to the dirt,
she bruised at my head,
she teared my shirt,
from saddle to stirrup, I mounted again,
and on my ten toes I rode over the plain.
And when I got there,
no one could I see,
they all stood around
looking at me.
I called for a quarter,
to drive my gladness away,
to stifle the dirt, for it rained the whole day.
The king and the queen and the company more,
came a-riding behind in the walking before,
came a stark naked drummer,
who was beating his drum,
with his hands on his bosom,
came a-marching along.
Sat down on a hard,
hard-cobbed frozen stone,
ten thousand stood around,
and yet I was alone,
put my heart in my hands,
for to keep my head warm,
ten thousand were drowned,
and that I never were born.
The night opened down,
and I just saw what looked up,
and I just saw what looked down,
show me my way, the night opened down.