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285 Tavistock Goosey Fair

The Goosey fair has been held held on the second Wednesday of October since 1823. This song was written by C. John Trythall in 1912. We learned it from the 1970 recording by Tony Rose on his LP, Young Hunting (Roud 10683) Twas just a month come Friday next, when Bill Champerdown and me Us traipsed across old Darty Moor, the Goosey Fair to see. Us made ourselves quite fiddy, us greased and oiled our hair. Then off us goes in our Sunday clothes behind old Bill's grey mare. Us smelled Dick’s sage and onion half a mile from Whitchurch Down, And didn't us have a blow-out when us come into the town. And there us met Ned Hannerford, Jan Steer and Micky Square, And it seemed to we, all Devon must be at Tavistock Goosey Fair. And it's Oh, and where be a-gwain? And what be you a doin'-of there? Heave down your prong and stamp along To Tavistock Goosey Fair Us went to see the horses and the heifers and the ewes, Us went on all them roundabouts and into all the shows. And then it started raining, and blowin' to our face, So off us goes up to the Rose to have a dish of tea. And there us had a sing-song and the folks kept droppin' in And what with them what knowed us, well us had a drop of gin And what with one and t'other, us didn't seem to care Whether us was to Bellever Tor, or Tavistock Goosey Fair. T’were rainin' streams and dark as pitch when us trotted home that night And when us got past Merrivale Bridge the mare, her took a fright. Says I to Bill, “Be careful, you'll have us in them drains.” Says Bill to me, “Cor bugger!”, says he, “Why haven't you got the reins?” Just then the mare ran slap against a whackin' great big stone; Her kicked the trap to flibbets and her trotted off alone. And when us come to reckonin' t'weren't no good standin' there: So us had to traipse home thirteen mile from Tavistock Goosey Fair.