Fakenham Fair (Bellamy version from Mainly Norfolk, 1968)

I never rarely fell in love 'til I went up to Fakenham fair,
And I chance for to meet with a carnival girl a selling the chances there.
I tried for a lamp or a Spanish shawl or a golden filigree -
but all the while her eyes were saying, oh come take a chance on me.

So swing around, the merry-go-round
give the wheel of fortune a whirl,
For the finest prize at Fakenham fair
is the pretty carnival girl.

Her eyes were blue, her hair it was brown and her lips they were soft and red;
and a shape like hers I had never seen and my eyes well they popped from my head.
But I was young and innocent but still even I could see,
That the way that she laughed and she winked my way it said, come take a chance on me.

So swing around, that old merry-go-round,
Give the wheel of fortune a whirl,
The finest prize at Fakenham fair
Is the pretty carnival girl.

The old folks said she en't for you, boy, oh what will the old people think;
but I took my chance and I won that girl just as quick as an eye could wink.
And the very best day in all my life, whatever come to pass,
Was the day that I went up to Fakenham fair and won me a carnival lass.

So swing around, that old merry-go-round,
Give the wheel of fortune a whirl,
The finest prize at Fakenham fair
Is the pretty carnival girl.