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[cont...] "...Then sing of merry England, and roast beef, old English fare, Sir !
A bumper to the town and trade of Barum and its Mayor, Sir !
Boiled beef, roast beef, squab pie, pear pie, and figgy pudden, plenty,
A bumper to the town and trade of Barum and its Mayor, Sir !
Boiled beef, roast beef, squab pie, pear pie, and figgy pudden, plenty,
When eight or nine sit down to dine, they'll find enough for twenty,
And after dinner for dessert, the choicest fruits you'll share, Sir !
E'en walnuts come from Somerset to Barnstaple Fair, Sir!
Then sing of Barum's jolly town, and Barum's jolly Mayor, too,
No town in England can be found old Barum to compare to!
I will not sing of Bullock fair, and brutes whose horrid trade is
To shut our window blinds, and block up all the ladies,
Nor of the North walk, rush and crush, where fools at horses stare, Sir !
When Mister Murray brings his nags to Barnstaple Fair, Sir !
But sing of Barum's jolly town and Barum's jolly Mayor, too !
No town in England can be found, old Barum to compare to !
The "Ball" one night, the "Play" the next, with private parties numerous,
Prove Barnstaple people's endless efforts, Sir, to humour us,
And endless, too, would be my song, if I should now declare,
All the gaieties, and rarities of BARNSTAPLE FAIR!
Then loudly sing "God save the King," and long may Barum thrive O !
May we all live to see the "Fair," and then be all alive O !."
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