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текст песни (слова) "Widdecombe Fair"
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. . . .