Widdicombe Fair


Widdicombe Fair


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Tom Pearse, Tom Pearse, lend me thy grey mare.
All along, down along, out along lee,
For I want for to go to Widdicombe Fair,
Wi' Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer,
    Peter Gurney, Peter Davy,
    Dan'l Whiddon, Harry Hawk,
    old Uncle Tom Cobbleigh and all,
    old Uncle Tom Cobbleigh and all.

And when shall I see again my grey mare?
All along, down along, out along lee,
By Friday soon or Saturday noon,
Wi' Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer,
    Peter Gurney, Peter Davy,
    Dan'l Whiddon, Harry Hawk,
    old Uncle Tom Cobbleigh and all,
    old Uncle Tom Cobbleigh and all.

Then Friday came, and Saturday noon,
All along, down along, out along lee,
but Tom Pearse's old mare hath not trotted home,
Wi' Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer,
    Peter Gurney, Peter Davy,
    Dan'l Whiddon, Harry Hawk,
    old Uncle Tom Cobbleigh and all,
    old Uncle Tom Cobbleigh and all.

So Tom Pearse he got up to the top o' the hill,
All along, down along, out along lee,
And he seed his old mare down a-making her will,
Wi' Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer,
    Peter Gurney, Peter Davy,
    Dan'l Whiddon, Harry Hawk,
    old Uncle Tom Cobbleigh and all,
    old Uncle Tom Cobbleigh and all.

So Tom Pearse's old mare, her took sick and died,
And Tom he sat down on a stone, and he cried,
Wi' Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer,
    Peter Gurney, Peter Davy,
    Dan'l Whiddon, Harry Hawk,
    old Uncle Tom Cobbleigh and all,
    old Uncle Tom Cobbleigh and all.

But this is not the end of this shocking affair,
All along, down along, out along lee,
Nor, though they be dead, of the horrid career
Of Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer,
    Peter Gurney, Peter Davy,
    Dan'l Whiddon, Harry Hawk,
    old Uncle Tom Cobbleigh and all,
    old Uncle Tom Cobbleigh and all.

When the wind whistles cold on the moor of a night,
All along, down along, out along lee,
Tom pearse's old mare doth appear gashly white,
Wi' Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer,
    Peter Gurney, Peter Davy,
    Dan'l Whiddon, Harry Hawk,
    old Uncle Tom Cobbleigh and all,
    old Uncle Tom Cobbleigh and all.

And all the night long be heard skirling and groans,
All along, down along, out along lee,
From Tom Pearse's old mare in her rattling bones,
Wi' Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer,
    Peter Gurney, Peter Davy,
    Dan'l Whiddon, Harry Hawk,
    old Uncle Tom Cobbleigh and all,
    old Uncle Tom Cobbleigh and all.
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