Campfire Songs
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Retired Scouter Campfire Songs 

Widdicombe Fair

Tom Pearce, Tom Pearce lend me your
grey mare,
All along down along, out long lea,
For I want to go to Widdicombe Fair
With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter
Gurney, Peter Davy, Dan'l Widdon,
Harry Hawke,
Old Uncle Tom Cobleigh and all.
And when shall I see again my grey mare
By Friday soon or Saturday noon.
Then Friday came and Saturday noon,
But Tom Pearce's old mare has not
trotted home.
So Tom Pearce he got up to the top of
the hill,
And he seed his old mare down a-making
her will.
So Tom Pearce's old grey mare took sick
and died,
And Tom he sat down on a stone and he
But this isn't the end of this shocking
Nor though they be dead of the horrid
When the wind whistles cold on the moor
of a night,
Tom Pearce's old mare doth appear
ghastly white.
And all the long night be heard
skirling the groans,
From Tom Pearce's old mare and her
rattling bones.