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of the horse met with a pretty gipsy girl at the fair, and persuaded her to ride away with him en croupe. This explains at once why the horse was so overcome that it "fell sick and died."

One can understand also how that this ballad being a man's song, a veil is delicately thrown over this incident.

I do not quote the entire ballad.

"When the wind whistles cold on the moor of a night,
   All along, down along, out along, lee.
 Tom Pearce's old mare doth appear ghastly white,
   Wi' Bill Brewer, etc.

"And all the long night be heard skirling and groans,
   All along, down along, out along, lee.
 From Tom Pearce's old mare in her rattling bones,
   Wi' Bill Brewer, etc."