Die acht Strophen, die Pauline mir zum Frühstück sang: 

Widecombe Fair

Tom Pearse, Tom Pearse, lend me your grey mare,
All along, down along, out along lee.
For I want for to go to Widecombe Fair
With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney,
Peter Davey, Dan'l Whiddon, Harry Hawk,
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all,
              Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all.

And when shall I see again my grey mare?
All along, down along, out along lee.
By Friday soon, or Saturday noon,
With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney,
Peter Davey, Dan'l Whiddon, Harry Hawk,
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all,
              Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all.

Then Friday came and Saturday noon,
All along, down along, out along lee.
But Tom Pearse's old mare have not trotted home,
With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney,
Peter Davey, Dan'l Whiddon, Harry Hawk,
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all,
              Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all.

So Tom Pearse he got up to the top of the hill,
All along, down along out along lee.
An he seed his old mare down a'making her will,
With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney,
Peter Davey, Dan'l Whiddon, Harry Hawk,
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all,
              Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all.

So Tom Pearse'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,
With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney,
Peter Davey, 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,
With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney,
Peter Davey, 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 Pearse's old mare doth appear ghastly white,
With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney,
Peter Davey, Dan'l Whiddon, Harry Hawk,
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all,
              Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all.

And all the long night he heard skirling and groans,
All along, down along, out along lee.
For Tom Pearse's old mare and a rattling of bones,
With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney,
Peter Davey, Dan'l Whiddon, Harry Hawk,
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all,
              Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all.