Here's another version from the same collection:

THE OLD
GRAY MARE.

As Sung Originally by W. B. Cavanagh, Comedian, at Barnum's Museum.

As I was a going to Nottingham fair,
A riding on horseback upon a gray mare,
Her color 'twas black, but the divil a hair
But what was all yaller, upon my gray mare,

My baste she stood still an' pitched me into the 'ditch
My skin she did dirty, my clothes she did bruise,
But I scalded my saddle, an' I mounted again,
And on my tip-toes I rode over the plain.

But when I got there not a soul could I see,
The streets were a crowded a gazing at me;
The bells they did ring, an' the people did stare
For to see a coach an' six horses drawn by a gray mare.

There was the king, an' the Queen and a company more,
A riding on horseback, an' a walking before;
There stood a great drummer a bating the drum,
With his heels in his pockets before me did run.

Then it snowed, an' it blowed, an' it rained, an' I stood in the storm,
With my hat in my hand for to keep my head warm.
I axed Madam Paul if she'd fancy me now
As well as the day that I came from the plough.

Then I'll take my black horse, an' a fishing I'll go,
An' a fishing I'll go whether or no.
My fish it turned over, an' my wagon did spill,
I'll sell my gray mare--I'll be damned if I will.

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