Tavistock Devon - Goosie Fair
Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2012 8:46 pm
On the second Wednesday in October each year, the old town of Tavistock holds it's famous' Goosie Fair
Bedford Square and surrounding streets, are crowded with people enjoying the fun of the fair.
A true Devon tradition.
Tavistock Goosie Fair
In Tavi town there is a fair,
That is but once a year.
A time to be and seen is there,
As they travel from far and near.
Spiral rides and dodgems that crash,
An air of hot dogs and candy floss.
Sirens, rock music and lights that flash,
Palms that wave, for silver to cross.
A bargain or two, or possibly three,
This bloke here, will sell ‘ee a clock.
“ Good buy mate, the ‘ands come free,”
“’ave to ‘urry. It’s me last one in stock,”
In Bedford Square, crowds gather by,
As daylight gives way to the night.
Rubbing eyes, to clearly spy,
A goose steps bravely into sight.
“ Me name is Gotta, I’ve just flown in,
A tad late, but at least I’m ‘ere.
Me clock stopped,” he manages to grin,
“ I bought it from a bloke ‘ere last year.”
“Your name is odd?” I enquired,
The goose looked at me.
“ I was in panto, but then retired,”
I spent me golden egg you see.”
“I came up yer, to look around,”
Found the fair was back in town.
Work for sure, I be found,
When a farmer spied me and me down.”
“Goose” he say, “do ‘ee be our guest,
We gotta ‘ave a goose, for us to share.”
Trouble is, I should not jest,
For it was the final curtain, at Tavistock Goosie fair.
MysticDevon.com.
Bedford Square and surrounding streets, are crowded with people enjoying the fun of the fair.
A true Devon tradition.
Tavistock Goosie Fair
In Tavi town there is a fair,
That is but once a year.
A time to be and seen is there,
As they travel from far and near.
Spiral rides and dodgems that crash,
An air of hot dogs and candy floss.
Sirens, rock music and lights that flash,
Palms that wave, for silver to cross.
A bargain or two, or possibly three,
This bloke here, will sell ‘ee a clock.
“ Good buy mate, the ‘ands come free,”
“’ave to ‘urry. It’s me last one in stock,”
In Bedford Square, crowds gather by,
As daylight gives way to the night.
Rubbing eyes, to clearly spy,
A goose steps bravely into sight.
“ Me name is Gotta, I’ve just flown in,
A tad late, but at least I’m ‘ere.
Me clock stopped,” he manages to grin,
“ I bought it from a bloke ‘ere last year.”
“Your name is odd?” I enquired,
The goose looked at me.
“ I was in panto, but then retired,”
I spent me golden egg you see.”
“I came up yer, to look around,”
Found the fair was back in town.
Work for sure, I be found,
When a farmer spied me and me down.”
“Goose” he say, “do ‘ee be our guest,
We gotta ‘ave a goose, for us to share.”
Trouble is, I should not jest,
For it was the final curtain, at Tavistock Goosie fair.
MysticDevon.com.