From another thread:-
TAVISTOCK GOOSEY FAIR.
'Tis just a month come Friday next, Bill Champerdown and me
Well us traipsed across old Darty Moor, the goosey fair to see
And us made ourselves quite fiddy, us greased and oiled us hair
Then off us goes in our Sunday clothes behind old Bill's grey mare
Us smelled the 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, Dan Steer and Micky Square
And it seemed to we, all Devon must be at Tavistock Goosey Fair
And it's Oh, and where be you 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 yowes
Us went on all them roundabouts and into all the shows
And then it started raining, and a-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, well us didn't seem to care
Whether us was to Boliver Tor, or Tavistock Goosey Fair
And it's Oh, and where be you a-gwain?
And what be you a doin-of there?
Heave down your prong and stamp along
To Tavistock Goosey Fair


'Twere rainin' streams and black as pitch when us trotted home that night
And when us got past Merriville Bridge the mare, her took a fright
Well to Bill says I "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' gert big stone
Her kicked the trap to flibbets and her trotted off alone
And when it came to reckonin' 'tweren't no good standin' there
So us had to traipse home thirteen miles from Tavistock Goosey Fair
And it's Oh, and where be you a-gwain?
And what be you a doin-of there?
Heave down your prong and stamp along
To Tavistock Goosey Fair