 |
| Fairground ride - By Iantresman (Own work) [CC-BY-3.0 (www.creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0)], via Wikimedia Commons |
[cont.] "...OH, Devonshire's a noble county, full of lovely views, Miss!
And full of gallant gentlemen for you to pick and choose, Miss !
But search the towns all round about there's nothing can compare, Miss !
In measurement of merriment with Barnstaple Fair, Miss!
Then sing of Barum's merry town, and Barum's merry Mayor, too,
I know no place in all the world, old Barum to compare to !
There's nothing happens in the year but happens at our fair, Sir !
'Tis then that everything abounds that's either new or rare, Sir !
The Misses make their start in life its gaieties to share, Sir !
And ladies look for beaux and balls to Barnstaple fair, Sir!
Then sing of Barum's merry town, and Barum's worthy Mayor, too,
I know no place in all the world old Barum to compare to !
The little boys and girls at school their nicest clothes prepare, Ma'am !
To walk the streets and buy sweetmeats and gingerbread so rare, Ma'am !
Their prime delights, to see the sights that ornament our Square, Ma'am !
When Powell brings his spangled troop to Barnstaple Fair, Ma'am !
Then sing of Barum's merry town, and our indulgent Mayor, too,
I know no place in all the world old Barum to compare to !
If milk be scarce though grass be plenty, don't complain too soon, Dame !
For that will very often happen in the month of June, Dame !
Though cows run dry while grass runs high, you never need despair, Dame !
The cows will calve and milk you'll have to Barnstaple Fair, Dame !
Then sing of Barum's wealthy town and its productive fair, too,
And drink the Corporation, and the head of it the Mayor, too !..." [cont...]
Hewett 1900
No comments:
Post a Comment