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80 AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS
34 MY FATHER'S GRAY MARE
Young Roger the miller went courting of late A farmer's fair daughter called Kate.
Her cheeks like vermilion all painted with love, She was buxom and bonny and sweet as a dove.
Then Roger being greedy, I do declare, He spied the nag they called the gray mare.
"As for your daughter I solemnly swear,
I won't have your daughter without the gray mare."
The old man rose up with anger and speed,
"I thought you'd have married my daughter indeed.
"But since it is so I am glad it is thus,
My money once more I'll put up in my purse.
"As for my daughter I solemnly swear
You can't have my daughter, no nor the gray mare."
When six months were ended, or something above Young Roger he chanced to meet with his love.
"0," smiling, said Roger, "and don't you know me?" " If I ain't mistaken, I've seen you," said she. "A man of your likeness, with long yellow hair, Did once come a-courting my father's gray mare."