by John Keats (1795 - 1821)
Dawlish Fair See original
Language: English
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 grass 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 grass 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, wouldn't rumple the daisies there And make the wild ferns for a bed do!
Composition:
- Set to music by Daron Aric Hagen (b. 1961), "Dawlish Fair", 1983-99, first performed 1999 [ voice and piano ], from Heart of the Stranger, no. 5
Text Authorship:
- by John Keats (1795 - 1821), "Dawlish Fair"
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