As I was a walking one morning in spring

So soft blew the wind through the leaves growing green

I spied a pretty fair maid all on a grey mare

As she was a riding on down to horn fair

I asked this pretty fair maid for to let me ride

Oh no oh no for my mummy would sigh

And besides my own daddy would beat me for sure

And never let me ride on the grey mare no more

I can see by your looks you're for one game of play

But you will not ride me nor my grey mare today

You would crumple my muslin and uncurl my hair

And I shouldn't be fit to be seen when I get to horn fair

They were the finest of horns that you ever did behold

The finest of horns and all gilded with gold

And so merrily so merrily to horn fair we did go

Like jolly brisk couples and all in one row