In Horkstow Grange there lived and old miser You all do know him as I have heard say It's him on his men that was named John Bowlin And they fell out one market day
With a blackthorn stick old Steeleye struck him As oft times he had threatened before John Bowlin turned round all in a passion And knocked old Steeleye into the floor.
Old Steeleye Span he was filled with John Bowlin It happened to be on a market day Old Steeleye swore with all his vengeance He would swear his life away.
Pity them what see him suffer Pity poor old Steeleye Span John Bowlin's deeds they will be remembered Pity poor old Steeleye Span Pity poor old Steeleye Span.
