Misc Traditional – Tavistock Goosey Fair (Guitar)

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'Tis just a month come Friday next, Bill Champerdown and me

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Us traipsed across old Darty Moor, the Goosey Fair to see

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Us made ourselves quite fitty, us greased and oiled our hair

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Then off us goes in our Sunday clothes behind old Bill's grey mare

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Us smelled the sage and onion 'alf a mile from Whitchurch Down

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And didn't us 'ave a blow out when us come into the town

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And there us met Ned Hannoford, Jan Steer and Nicky Square

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And it seemed to we, all Devon must be to Tavistock Goosey Fair

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And its oh, and where be a-going

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And what be a-doing of there

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Heave down your prong and stamp along

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To Tavistock Goosey Fair

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Us went to see the 'orses and the 'effers and the yews

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Us went on all them roundabouts and into all the shows

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And then it started raining and blowing in our face

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So off us goes down to the Rose to 'ave a dish of tay

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And then us had a sing song and the folks kept dropping in

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And what with one an' t'other, well, us had a drop of gin

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And what with one an' t'other, us didn't seem to care

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Whether us was to Bellever Tor or Tavistock Goosey Fair

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And its oh, and where be a-going

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And what be a-doing of there

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Heave down your prong and stamp along

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To Tavistock Goosey Fair

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'Twere raining streams and dark as pitch when us trotted 'ome that

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night

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An' when us got past Merrivale Bridge, our mare, 'er took a fright

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Says I to Bill, "Be careful, you'll 'ave us in them drains"

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Says 'e to me, "Cor bugger, why 'aven't you got the reins?"

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Just then the mare ran slap against a whacking gert big stone

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'Er kicked the trap to flibbits and 'er trotted off alone

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And when it come to reckoning, 'tweren't no use standing there

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Us 'ad to traipse 'ome thirteen mile from Tavistock Goosey Fair

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And its oh, and where be a-going

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And what be a-doing of there

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Heave down your prong and stamp along

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To Tavistock Goosey Fair