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286 Songs Compleat,
And to Brentford she did come,
And an Ale-house she did find ;
She could not pass it by,
But she knew her Master's mind :
And as she called for a Pot,
She wou'd be, wou'd be sure of twain ;
Which made her such a Sott,
She ne'er could run again.
£ With a Nighy, &c.
Since last I saw her Face,
I heard report is spread,
With drinking in that Place,
This bonny Mare is dead :
And the last Words she did say,
As she came down the Hill ;
Was ah ! that Bowl had broke her Heart,
And so she made her Vvill :
£ With a Nighy, &c.
Her Fore-Hoof she bequeath'd
To some Religious Fool ;
Who after her untimely Death,
Begs Pardon for her Soul :
An her hinder Hoof with which,
She play'd full many a Trick ;
She gave to those curs'd Wives,
That against their Husbands kick :
£ With a Nighy, &c.
At the Burial of this Mare,
Her Master wept full sore ;
Because it was reported,
He ne'er shou'd see her more :
But that which Comforted him,
For his departed Friend ;
Was after all his great Loss,
She made so good an end :
With a Nighy, &c.