All you who roam, both young and old,
Come listen to my story bold.
For miles around, from far and near
They come to see the rigs of the fair.
Oh master John, do you beware,
And don't you go kissing the girls at Bridgwater Fair.
The lads and la**es they come through
From Stowey, Stogursey and Cannington too;
That farmer from Fiddington, true as my life,
He's come to the fair to look for a wife.
Oh master John, do you beware,
And don't you go kissing the girls at Bridgwater Fair.
There's Tom and Jack, they look so gay,
With Sal and Kit they haste away,
To shout and laugh and have a spree
And dance and sing right merrily.
Oh master John, do you beware,
And don't you go kissing the girls at Bridgwater Fair.
There's Carroty Kit, so jolly and fat
With her big flippety floppety hat,
A hole in her stocking as big as a crown
And the hoops of her skirt hanging down to the ground.
Oh master John, do you beware,
And don't you go kissing the girls at Bridgwater Fair.
The jovial ploughboys all serene,
They dance the maidens on the green.
Says John to Mary, "Don't you know
We won't go home till morning, oh."
Oh master John, do you beware,
And don't you go kissing the girls at Bridgwater Fair.
It's up with the fiddle and off with the dance,
The lads and la**ies gaily prance,
And when it's time to go away,
They swear to meet again next day.
Oh master John, do you beware,
And don't you go kissing the girls at Bridgwater Fair.