Peter Bellamy Fakenham Fair I never really fell in love till I went up to Fakenham Fair And I chanced 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.” Chorus (repeated after each verse): 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 she laughed and she winked my way it said, “Come take a chance on me.” The old folks said, “She ain’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 I won me a carnival lass.
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