This is one of many versions of the song, “Widecombe Fair,” first recorded by the Reverend Sabine Baring-Gould in 1890 in his book “Songs of the West”, although the oral tradition of the song has been around much longer.

Tom Pearce, Tom Pearce, lend me your grey mare

All along, down along, out along lee.

For I want to go down to Widecombe Fair

Wi’ Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney,

Peter Davy, Dan’l Whiddon, Harry Hawk,

Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all

Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all

And when shall I see again my old grey mare?

All along, down along, out along lee.

By Friday soon or Saturday noon

Wi’ Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney,

Peter Davy, Dan’l Whiddon, Harry Hawk,

Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all

Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all

So they harnessed and bridled the old grey mare

All along, down along, out along, lee.

And off they drove to Widecombe fair,

Wi’ Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney,

Peter Davy, Dan'l Whiddon, Harry Hawk,

Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all

Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all.

Then Friday came and Saturday soon

All along, down along, out along lee.

Tom Pearce’s old mare hath not trotted home

Wi’ Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney,

Peter Davy, Dan’l Whiddon, Harry Hawk,

Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all

Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all

So Tom Pearce he got up to the top of the hill,

All along, down along, out along lee.

And he sees his old mare a-making her will,

Wi’ Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney,

Peter Davy, Dan’l Whiddon, Harry Hawk,

Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all

Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all

Tom Pearce’s old mare, her took sick and died

All along, down along, out along lee.

And Tom he sat down on a stone and he cried

Wi’ Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney,

Peter Davy, Dan’l Whiddon, Harry Hawk,

Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all

Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all

But this isn’t the end of this shocking affair,

All along, down along, out along lee.

Nor though they be dead, of the horrid career

Of Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney,

Peter Davy, Dan’l Whiddon, Harry Hawk,

Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all

Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all

When the wind whistles cold on the moor of a night,

All along, down along, out along lee.

Tom Pearce’s old mare doth appear ghastly white

Wi’ Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney,

Peter Davy, Dan’l Whiddon, Harry Hawk,

Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all

Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all

And all the long night be heard skirling and groans,

All along, down along, out along lee.

From Tom Pearce’s old mare and her rattling bones

And from Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney,

Peter Davy, Dan’l Whiddon, Harry Hawk,

Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all

Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all