Part 2 — No 101 I RODE MY LITTLE HORSE

1 I rode my little horse, from London town I came, I rode into the country, to seek myself a dame, And if I meet a pretty maid, be sure I'll kiss her then; And swear that I will marry her—but will not tell her when! 2 I found a buxom widow, with many tons of gold, I lived upon her fortune, as long as it would hold. Of pounds I took five hundred, bestrode my horse, and then, I promised I would marry her—but never told her when! 3 A vintner had a daughter, the Golden Sun his sign, I tarried at his tavern, I drank his choicest wine; I drank out all his cellar, bestrode my horse, and then, I said the maid I'd marry,—but never told him when! 4 The guineas are expended, the wine is also spent; The widow and the maiden, they languish and lament. And if they come to seek me, I'll pack them back again, With promises of marriage,—but never tell them when. 5 My little horse I mounted, the world that I might see, I found a pretty maiden—as poor as poor could be. My little horse neglected, to London ran away, I asked if she would marry, and bade her name the day.