TAVISTOCK GOOSEY FAIR
(Traditional English / C. J. Tryhall)


'Tis just a month come Friday next, Bill Champerdown and me
Us traipsed across old Darty Moor, the Goosey Fair to see
Us made ourselves quite fitty, us greased and oiled our hair
Then off us goes in our Sunday clothes behind old Bill's grey mare

Us smelled the sage and onion 'alf a mile from Whitchurch Down
And didn't us 'ave a blow out when us come into the town
And there us met Ned Hannoford, Jan Steer and Nicky Square
And it seemed to we, all Devon must be to Tavistock Goosey Fair

And its oh, and where be a-going
And what be a-doing of there
Heave down your prong and stamp along
To Tavistock Goosey Fair

Us went to see the 'orses and the 'effers and the yews
Us went on all them roundabouts and into all the shows
And then it started raining and blowing in our face
So off us goes down to the Rose to 'ave a dish of tay

And then us had a sing song and the folks kept dropping in
And what with one an' t'other, well, us had a drop of gin
And what with one an' t'other, us didn't seem to care
Whether us was to Bellever Tor or Tavistock Goosey Fair

And its oh, and where be a-going
And what be a-doing of there
Heave down your prong and stamp along
To Tavistock Goosey Fair

'Twere raining streams and dark as pitch when us trotted 'ome that
night
An' when us got past Merrivale Bridge, our mare, 'er took a fright
Says I to Bill, "Be careful, you'll 'ave us in them drains"
Says 'e to me, "Cor bugger, why 'aven't you got the reins?"

Just then the mare ran slap against a whacking gert big stone
'Er kicked the trap to flibbits and 'er trotted off alone
And when it come to reckoning, 'tweren't no use standing there
Us 'ad to traipse 'ome thirteen mile from Tavistock Goosey Fair

And its oh, and where be a-going
And what be a-doing of there
Heave down your prong and stamp along
To Tavistock Goosey Fair