JOHN Cook had a little grey mare, He, haw, hum! Her back stood up and her bones were bare, He, haw, hum! John Cook was riding up Shuter's Bank, He, haw, hum! And there his nag did kick and prank, He, haw, hum! John Cook was riding up Shuter's Hill, He, haw, hum! His mare fell down and she made her will, He, haw, hum! The bridle and saddle he laid on the shelf, He, haw, hum! If you want any more you may sing it yourself, He, haw, hum! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CORPORATE ENTITY by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH CELEBRATION ODE by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 9. GOING TO THE FAIR by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE SPINNER by CLARA DOTY BATES |