John Cook Had A Little Grey Mare; He, Haw, Hum! Her Back Stood Up, And Her Bones They 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 Were Laid On The Shelf; He, Haw, Hum! If You Want Any More You May Sing It Yourself; He, Haw, Hum!