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'''Description:''' An arrangement of the English folk song for SATB with piano. This is one of | '''Description:''' An arrangement of the English folk song for SATB with piano. This is one of a number of British Folk Song arrangements. See the composer page for the others. | ||
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- Editor: Jeremy Rawson (submitted 2009-07-14). Score information: A4, 8 pages, 75 kB Copyright: Personal
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General Information
Title: Widdecombe Fair
Composer: Jeremy Rawson
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Folksong
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
Published: 2007
Description: An arrangement of the English folk song for SATB with piano. This is one of a number of British Folk Song arrangements. See the composer page for the others.
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
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. . . .