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T:Widdecombe Fair
Q:1/4=80
I:Songs Of The West, S Baring Sould
M:6/8
L:1/8
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w:Tom Pearce Tom Pearce lend me your grey mare
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w:all a-long down a-long out a-long lee. For I
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w:want for to g-o to Wid-de-combe Fair Wi Bill
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w:Brewer Jan Stewer Peter Gurney Peter Davey Dan'l Whiddon Harry Hawk Old
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w:Un-cle Tom Cob-ley and all._ Old Un-cle Tom Cob-bley and all.
W:"Tom Pearce. Tom Pearce, lend me your grey mare,
W:All along, down along, out along lee,
W:For I want for to go to Widdecombe Fair,
W:Wi' Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney, Peter Davy, Dan'l Whiddon,
W:Harry Hawk, old uncle Tom Cobbley and all,"
W:CHORUS: Old Uncle Tom Cobbley and all.
W:
W:"And when shall I see again my grey mare?"
W:All along, &c.
W:"By Friday soon, or Saturday noon,"
W:Wi' Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, &c.
W:
W:Then Friday came, and Saturday noon,
W:All along, &c.
W:But Tom Pearce's old mare hath not trotted home
W:Wi' Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, &c.
W:
W:So Tom Pearce he got up to the top o' the hill
W:All along, &c.
W:And he seed his old mare down a making her will
W:Wi' Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, &c.
W:
W:So Tom Pearce's old mare, her took sick and died.
W:All along, &c.
W:And Tom he sat down on a stone, and he cried
W:Wi' Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, &c.
W:
W:But this isn't the end o'this shocking affair,
W:All along, &c.
W:Nor, though they be dead of the horrid career
W:Of Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, &c.
W:
W:When the wind whistles cold on the moor of a night
W:All along, &c.
W:Tom Pearce's old mare doth appear ghastly white,
W:Wi' Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, &c.
W:
W:And all the long night be heard skirling and groans,
W:All along, &c.
W:From Tom Pearce's old mare in her rattling bones
W:And from Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, &c.
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W: