DOWN, DOWN , DOWN IN DEVONSHIRE
(George A. Stevens)


Florrie Forde - 1909





Down in Devonshire there's a farm
In a rural country glade
There a tourist spent his holidays
Then went back and told of jolly days
There with a rural maid
"She has promised that she'll be mine"
He proudly said as he tossed his head
"She's a dairy maid, extra fine
And, oh, she loves her Fred" 

Down, down, down in Devonshire I met Polly
Oh, you should spot her, I'm proud I've got her
Because she's a real good Devonshire lass, oh, she's a dream
I'm in Heaven when I'm in Devon 
With my bit of Devonshire cream

Down in Devonshire to that farm
In a week or two there went
Fred's friend, Joe, who looked for Polly, too
Found that she was really jolly, too
And what a time he spent
Said to Freddie when home he got
"The lass I know and I love her so
We've decided to tie the knot
For, oh, she loves her Joe"

Down, down, down in Devonshire I met Polly
Oh, you should spot her, I'm proud I've got her
Because she's a real good Devonshire lass, oh, she's a dream
I'm in Heaven when I'm in Devon 
With my bit of Devonshire cream

Fred was really annoyed at that
And he said, "She's true to me"
They decided both to go along
Strange to say, both Fred and Joe were wrong
When they got there to see
Polly's wedding was taking place
And down the aisle full of nods and smiles
A yokel said, with a laughing face
"My word, she loves her Giles"

Down, down, down in Devonshire I met Polly
Oh, you should spot her, I'm proud I've got her
Because she's a real good Devonshire lass, oh, she's a dream
I'm in Heaven when I'm in Devon 
With my bit of Devonshire cream






(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - May 2014)