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daron hagen - dawlish fair lyrics

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over the hill and over the dale
and over the bourn to dawlish —
where gingerbread wives have a scanty sale
and gingerbread huts are smallish

rantipole betty she ran down a hill
and kicked up her petticoats fairly
says i i’ll be jack if you will be gill
so she sat on the gr-ss debonnairly

here’s somebody coming, here’s somebody coming!
says i ’tis the wind at parley
so without any fuss and hawing and humming
she lay on the gr-ss debonnairly

here’s somebody here and here’s somebody there!
says i hold your tongue you young gipsey;
so she held her tongue and lay plump and fair
and dead as a venus tipsy

o who wouldn’t go to dawlish fair
o who wouldn’t stop in a meadow
o who wouldn’t rumple the daisies there
and make the wild ferns for a bed do!

- daron hagen

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