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YOUNG ROGER ESQUIRE Young Roger Esquire came a-courting of late To a rich farmer's daughter called beautiful Kate She had fine precious clothing, she'd jewels and rich rings And she for her fortune had many fine things And she for her fortune had five thousand pound With rich rings and jewels With rich rings and jewels And a piece of fine ground The day being appointed and the money laid down Was not that a fine fortune of five thousand pounds If I marry your daughter I'll need the grey mare Young Roger he swore that he would have his fair share Young Roger he swore by his long curling hair I'll not wed your daughter I'll not wed your daughter Without the grey mare Then spoke up her father and thus say-ed he I thought that you lov-ed my daughter indeed The money again shall return to my purse But as I have got her my daughter's no worse But as I have got her thus far in my care You shall not have my daughter You shall not have my daughter Nor yet the grey mare Then twelve months being over and a little above Young Roger Esquire met Katie his love Saying: Katie, loving Katie, O don't you know me? Such a man of your likeness I chance for to see Such a man of your likeness with curling long hair That once came a-courting That once came a-courting My father's grey mare Says Roger to Katie them words I'll deny And the truth of the story I will on you try I'm now very sorry for what I have done I thought that your father had lost a good son I thought that your father would have made no dispute But to give me his daughter But to give me his daughter And the grey mare to boot Source: Kennedy, The Folksongs of Britain and Ireland (1975) Alternate verses: from Frank Kidson, Traditional Tunes, 1891: The glittering money and beauty likewise Did tickle his fancy and dazzle his eyes Which caus-ed young Roger to tell of his mind And unto his lover be constant and kind That no other woman should ere be his bride For thou art my jewel For thou art my jewel My jewel and pride Then Roger that rascal was turned out of door And bid to begone and come there no more Then Roger he tore his locks of long hair And he wished he'd never stayed for the grey mare Then Roger he tore his locks of long hair And he wished he'd never stayed And he wished he'd never stayed For the grey mare Laws P08 DT #339 @animal @horse @greed @courtship TUNE FILE: GREYMAR2 CLICK TO PLAY filename[ GREYMAR2 JRO Popup Midi Player 
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