Jeremy Rawson - Widdecombe Fair - текст песни (слова)

Tom Pearse, Tom Pearse, lend me your grey mare
 All along, out along, down along lee
 For I want for to go to Widdecombe Fair
 
 Refrain:
 With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney
 Peter Davy, Dan Whiddon, Harry Hawk
 Old uncle Tom Cobleigh and all,
 Old uncle Tom Cobley and all.
 
 And when shall I see again my grey mare?
 All along, out along, down along lee
 By Friday soon or Saturday noon
 With Bill Brewer. . . .
 
 Then Friday came and Saturday noon
 All along, out along, down along lee
 But Tom Pearse's mare have not trotted home.
 With Bill Brewer. . . .
 
 So Tom Pearse he got up to the top of the hill
 All along, out along, down along lee
 And he seed his old mare a-making her will.
 With Bill Brewer. . . .
 
 So Tom Pearse's old mare, her took sick and died
 All along, out along, down along lee
 And Tom, he sat down on a stone and he cried.
 With Bill Brewer. . . .
 
 But this isn't the end of this shocking affair
 All along, out along, down along lee
 Nor though they be dead of the horrid career.
 With Bill Brewer. . . .
 
 When the wind whistles cold on the moor of a night
 All along, out along, down along lee
 Tom Pearse's old mare doth appear ghastly white.
 With Bill Brewer. . . .
 
 And all the long night be heard skirling and groans
 All along, down along, out along lee
 From Tom Pearse's old mare and a rattling of bones.
 With Bill Brewer. . . .