Harris And The Mare Lyrics - Singles - Rogers Stan

Harris and the Mare 

By: Stan Rodgers 

Harris, my old friend, good to see your face again 

More welcome, though, yon trap and that old mare 

For the wife is in a swoon, and I am all alone 

Harris, fetch thy mare and take us home 

The wife and I came o 

ut for a quiet glass of stout 

And a word or two with neighbors in the room 

But young Clary, he came in, as drunk and wild as sin 

And swore the wife would leave the place with him 

But the wife as quick as thought said, "No, I'll bloody not" 

Then struc 

k the brute a blow about the head 

He raised his ugly paw, and he lashed her on the jaw 

And she fell onto the floor like she were dead 

Now Harris, well you know, I've never struck an angry blow 

Nor would I keep a friend who raised his hand 

I was a con 

scie in the war, cryin' what the hell's this for? 

But I had to see his blood to be a man 

I grabbed him by his coat, spun him 'round and took his throat 

And beat his head upon the parlor door 

He dragged out an awful knife, and he roared "I'll have your 

life" 

And he stuck me and I fell onto the floor 

Now blood I was from neck to thigh, bloody murder in his eye 

As he shouted out "I'll finish you for sure" 

But as the knife came down, I lashed out from the ground 

And the knife was in his breast and he 

rolled o'er 

Now with the wife as cold as clay I carried her away 

No hand was raised to help us through the door 

And I've brought her half a mile, but I've had to rest a while 

And none of them I'll call a friend no more 

For when the knife came down, 

I was helpless on the ground 

No neighbor stayed his hand, I was alone 

By God, I was a man, but now I cannot stand 

Please, Harris, fetch thy mare, take us home 

Oh, Harris, fetch thy mare, and take us out of here 

In my nine and fifty years I've never 

known 

That to call myself a man, for my loved one I must stand 

Now Harris, fetch thy mare take us home