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Turton Fair

It's just twelve months this last back end
Sin' Aw went Turton Fair,
An' if Aw ne'er go there again,
Ah think I've Had mi share.
In some pubs there was feetin'
While others rung wi' glee;
An' Turton fowk they looked as if
They were ready for a spree.

CHORUS
Now lads, 'an yo fowt?
Nay we'n not fowt yet
Come and gather round us
And we'll muster up a set.
We'll lay our clugs abaht 'em
We'll make 'em gawp an' stare.
We'll show 'em streight they'll 'ave ter feight
If they come to Turton Fair

There were one owd chap who'd getten drunk
While drivin' beasts dahn street,
An owd bull come and poked his horn
Right in his breeches seat.
It tossed him up in to the air
He come down with a roar
And sat him down in t'horses' trough
To soothe away his sore.

Then he saw a suckin' cauve
It were tied to t' rail
He went an' clogged this suckin' cauve
Three punces under t' tail
He punced that poor thing rahnd about
Till it could barely see
He said "Ah'll 'ave revenge for what
Thy fayther did to me!"