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Widdicombe Fair - Traditional Folk Song

Tom Pearce, Tom Pearce lend me your grey mare
All along, down along, out along lee—
For I want to go down to Widdicombe Fair

REFRAIN
Wi’ Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney,
Peter Davey, Dan’l Whiddon, Harry Hawke
Old Uncle Tom Cobleigh and all
Old Uncle Tom Cobleigh and all

And when will I see again my grey mare?
All along, down along, out along lee—
By Friday soon or Saturday noon
(repeat REFRAIN)

Then Friday came and Saturday noon
All along, down along, out along lee—
But Tom Pearce’s mare had not yet trotted home
(repeat REFRAIN)

Tom Pearce he go up to the top o’ the hill
All along, down along, out along lee—
And he seen his ol’ mare down a-making her will
(repeat REFRAIN)

Tom Pearce’s old mare she done took sick and died
All along down along out along lee—
And Tom he sat down on a stone and he cried
(repeat REFRAIN)

But this ain’t the end of this shocking affair
All along down along out along lee—
Nor, though they be dead, of the horrid career
(repeat REFRAIN)

When the wind whistles cold on the moor of a night
All along down along out along lee—
Tom Pearce’s old mare doth appear ghostly white
(repeat REFRAIN)

And all the long night be heard skirling and groans
All along down along out along lee—
From Tom Pearce’s mare and a rattling of bones
(repeat REFRAIN)