Come, come, my boys, with a hearty glee,|
To Fairlop fair, bear chorus with me;
At Hainault forest is known very well,
This famous oak has long bore the bell.
Let music sound as the boat goes round,
If we tumble on the ground, we'll be merry, I'll be bound;
We will booze it away, dull care we will defy,
And be happy on the first Friday in July.
2. At Tainhall forest, Queen Anne she did ride,
3. It is eight fathom round, spreads an acre of ground,
4. About a century ago, as I have heard say,|
This fair it was kept by one Daniel Day,
A hearty good fellow as ever could be,
His coffin was made of a limb of the tree.
5. With black-strap and perry he made his friends merry,
6. At Tainhall forest there stands a tree,
7. So we'll dance round the tree, and merry we will be,
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