| Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (1863–1944). The Oxford Book of Ballads. 1910. |
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| 171. Widdicombe Fair |
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‘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, | |
| Wi’ Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney, Peter Davy, | |
| Dan’l Whiddon, Harry Hawk, | 5 |
| Old Uncle Tom Cobbleigh and all.’ | |
| Chorus. Old Uncle Tom Cobbleigh and all. | |
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II
‘And when shall I see again my grey mare?’— | |
| All along, down along, out along, lee. | |
| ‘By Friday soon, or Saturday noon, | 10 |
| Wi’ Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer,’ &c. | |
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III
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, &c. | 15 |
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IV
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, &c. | |
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V
So Tom Pearse’s old mare, her took sick and her died. | 20 |
| All along, down along, out along, lee. | |
| And Tom he sat down on a stone, and he cried | |
| Wi’ Bill Brewer, &c. | |
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VI
But this isn’t the end o’ this shocking affair, | |
| All along, down along, out along, lee. | 25 |
| Nor, though they be dead, of the horrid career | |
| Of Bill Brewer, &c. | |
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VII
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, | 30 |
| Wi’ Bill Brewer, &c. | |
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VIII
And all the long night be heard skirling and groans, | |
| All along, down along, out along, lee. | |
| From Tom Pearse’s old mare in her rattling bones, | |
| And from Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney, | 35 |
| Peter Davy, Dan’l Whiddon, Harry Hawk, | |
| Old Uncle Tom Cobbleigh and all. | |
| Chorus. Old Uncle Tom Cobbleigh and all. | |
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