Widdicombe
Fair Tom Pearse, Tom Pearse, lend me your grey mare All along, down along, out along lee For I want for to go to Widdicombe Fair Refrain: With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney Peter Day, Daniel Whiddon, Harry Hawk Old Uncle Tom Cobleigh and all Old Uncle Tom Cobleigh and all. And when shall I see again my grey mare? All along, down along, out along lee By Friday soon, or Saturday noon Refrain: Then Friday came and Saturday noon All along, down along, out along lee But Tom Pearse's mare has not trotted home. Refrain: So Tom Pearse he got up to the top of the hill All along, down along, out along lee He see'd his old mare down a-making her will. Refrain: So Tom Pearce's old mare, she took sick and died All along, down along, out along lee And Tom, he sat down on a stone and he cried. Refrain: But this isn't the end of this shocking affair All along, down along, out along lee Nor though they be dead of the horrid career. Refrain: 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 ghastly white. Refrain: And all the long night be heard skirling and groans All along, down along, out along lee From Tom Pearse's old mare and a rattling of bones. Refrain: |
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