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Widdecombe Fair (Uncle Tom Cobley)
All Instruments and Vocals: Douglas Milne
From the TwinkleTrax album "Vol. 3: Nursery Rhyme World - 20 Fantastic Songs For Kids"
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Lyrics of "Widdecombe Fair"
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Tom Pearce, Tom Pearce, lend me your grey mare,
All along, down along, out along lee.
For I want for to go to Widdecombe Fair.
With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer,
Peter Gurney, Peter Davey,
Dan'l Whiddon, Harry Hawke,
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all,
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all.
And when shall I see my grey mare again?
All along, down along, out along lee.
By Friday soon or Saturday noon.
With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer,
Peter Gurney, Peter Davey,
Dan'l Whiddon, Harry Hawke,
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all,
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all.
Then Friday came and Saturday noon,
All along, down along, out along lee.
But Tom Pearce's old grey mare hath not trotted home.
With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer,
Peter Gurney, Peter Davey,
Dan'l Whiddon, Harry Hawke,
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all,
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all.
So Tom Pearce he got up to the top of the hill,
All along, down along, out along lee.
An' he seed his old mare down a-making her will.
With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer,
Peter Gurney, Peter Davey,
Dan'l Whiddon, Harry Hawke,
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all,
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all.
So Tom Pearce's old mare her took sick and she died,
All along, down along, out along lee.
And Tom, he sat down on a stone and he cried.
With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer,
Peter Gurney, Peter Davey,
Dan'l Whiddon, Harry Hawke,
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all,
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all.
But this isn't the end o' this shocking affair,
All along, down along, out along lee.
Nor, though they be dead, of the horrid career.
Of Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer,
Peter Gurney, Peter Davey,
Dan'l Whiddon, Harry Hawke,
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all,
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all.
When the wind whistles cold on the moor of a night,
All along, down along, out along lee.
And Tom Pearce's old mare do appear ghastly white.
With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer,
Peter Gurney, Peter Davey,
Dan'l Whiddon, Harry Hawke,
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all,
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all.
And all the long night be heard skirling and groans,
All along, down along, out along lee.
From Tom Pearce's old mare and her rattling bones.
With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer,
Peter Gurney, Peter Davey,
Dan'l Whiddon, Harry Hawke,
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all,
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all.
All along, down along, out along lee.
For I want for to go to Widdecombe Fair.
With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer,
Peter Gurney, Peter Davey,
Dan'l Whiddon, Harry Hawke,
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all,
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all.
And when shall I see my grey mare again?
All along, down along, out along lee.
By Friday soon or Saturday noon.
With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer,
Peter Gurney, Peter Davey,
Dan'l Whiddon, Harry Hawke,
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all,
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all.
Then Friday came and Saturday noon,
All along, down along, out along lee.
But Tom Pearce's old grey mare hath not trotted home.
With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer,
Peter Gurney, Peter Davey,
Dan'l Whiddon, Harry Hawke,
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all,
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all.
So Tom Pearce he got up to the top of the hill,
All along, down along, out along lee.
An' he seed his old mare down a-making her will.
With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer,
Peter Gurney, Peter Davey,
Dan'l Whiddon, Harry Hawke,
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all,
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all.
So Tom Pearce's old mare her took sick and she died,
All along, down along, out along lee.
And Tom, he sat down on a stone and he cried.
With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer,
Peter Gurney, Peter Davey,
Dan'l Whiddon, Harry Hawke,
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all,
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all.
But this isn't the end o' this shocking affair,
All along, down along, out along lee.
Nor, though they be dead, of the horrid career.
Of Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer,
Peter Gurney, Peter Davey,
Dan'l Whiddon, Harry Hawke,
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all,
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all.
When the wind whistles cold on the moor of a night,
All along, down along, out along lee.
And Tom Pearce's old mare do appear ghastly white.
With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer,
Peter Gurney, Peter Davey,
Dan'l Whiddon, Harry Hawke,
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all,
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all.
And all the long night be heard skirling and groans,
All along, down along, out along lee.
From Tom Pearce's old mare and her rattling bones.
With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer,
Peter Gurney, Peter Davey,
Dan'l Whiddon, Harry Hawke,
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all,
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all.