Here's a related song, from the Library of Congress American Memory collection:

THE
GRAY MARE.

As sung by Bob Hart, at the American Concert Hall, 444 Broadway, N. Y.

As I was a walking to Nottingham fair,
A riding on horseback upon a gray mare,
The mare it was black, but the divil a hair
But what was all yaller, upon the gray mare.

There was the King, the Queen and a couple of more,
A riding on horseback, a walking before;
The bells did ring and the people did stare,
To see a coach and six horses drawn by a gray mare.

It rained and it snowed, I stood out in the storm,
With my hat in my hand to keep my head warm.
The mare threw me into the ditch, but I mounted again,
And on my tiptoes rode o'er the plain.

I'll saddle the mare and to fishing I'll go,
To fishing I'll go whether or no.
If my wagon upsets and my fish it would spill,
I'll sell the gray mare, I'll be damned if I will.

H. DE MARSAN
DEALER IN SONGS TOY BOOKS &C.
No 54 CHATHAM. ST N.Y.