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And ride on Dobbin, oh....

So Nell gat on and I gat on,

And we both rode off together,

And of everybody we did meet

Enquired how far 'twas thither?

Until we came to t'other field end,

'Twas about steeple high,

"See yonder, Nell, see yonder, Nell,

There's Sledburn town," cried I.

And when we reached this famous town

We enquirèd for an alehouse,

We lookèd up and saw a sign

As high as any gallows;

We called for Harry, the ostler,

To give our horse some hay,

For we had come to Sledburn Fair

And meant to stop all day.

The landlord then himself came out

And led us up an entry;

He took us in the finest room

As if we'd been quite gentry.

And puddings and sauce they did so smell,

Pies and roast beef so rare,

"Oh, Zooks!" says Nell, "we've acted well

In coming to Sledburn Fair."

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"Tom Pearse, Tom Pearse, lend me your gray mare,"

All along, down along, out along, lee.

"For I want for to go to Widdecombe Fair,

Wi' Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney, Peter Davy,

Dan'l Whiddon, Harry Hawk,