I found this posted in a blog. There is another copy here.


TAVVYSTOCK GOOZEY VAIR
[C. John Trythall, 1912]

1. Tes jis a month cum Vriday nex' Bill Champernown an' me,
Us druv' acrost ole Dartymoor, th' Goozey Vair to zee.
Us made our sles quite vitty, us shaved an' graised our 'air,
An' off us goes in our Zunday cloes be'ind Bill's ole gray mare.
Us smelled th' sage an' onions arl th' way fr'm Whitchurch Down,
An' did'n us av a blaw out when us put up in the' town!
An' theer us met Ned 'Annafurd, Jan Steer an' Nicky Square,
Ut sim to we arl Deb'n mus' be to Tavvystock Goozey Vair.

CHORUS: An' uts "Aw thun, whur be'e gwaine, an' wot be'e doin' of there?
'Aive down yer prong an' stap down long, tes Tavvystock Goozey Vair."

2. Us went an' zeed th' 'osses an' th' yaffers an' th' yaws,
Us went 'pun arl th' roundabouts an' inter arl th' shaws;
An' then ut started rainin' an' blawin' too, Ess Fai,
So off us goes back to th' Rose an' 'aves a dish o' tay.
An' then us ad a zing zong an' the folks kep drappin' in,
An' them wot knawed us arl cum roun' an' 'ad a drap o' gin;
Till wot with one an' t'other us didn' sim to care
Whether us wor to Bellevur Tor, er Tavvystock Goozey Vair.

3. 'Twas rainin' straims an' dark as pitch when us started 'ome that night,
An' when us got pas' Merrival Bridge th' mare 'er tuk a vright;
Sez I to Bill, "Be careful er you'll 'av us in th' drains."
Sez Bill ter me, "Begad", sez 'e, "Why, abm yew got th' reins?"
Jus' then th' mare run slap agin a whackin' gurt big stoan,
'Er kicked th' trap to flibbits an' 'er trotted off alone,
When us cum to us reckind twarnt no gude settin' there,
So us 'ad to trudge 'ome thurteen mile from Tavvystock Goozey Vair.