Pretty mare, pretty mare
One who hops, devil-may-care
One whose breath I gladly share
While I sleep, how do you fare?

Pretty mare, pretty mare
My smile widens just a hair
A rousing kiss, a horse so fair
Soft, with tickly whiskers there

Mornings do I feel despair
For my cupboard lay plain and bare
Lyra, my oats, will you forswear?
Pretty mare, pretty mare