Going to the Fair

 

As I was going to Tynwald Fair

I met a merry maiden,

I said to her, “Why go you there?

With what is your basket laden?”

She answered me quite prettily,

“What’s that to you, I pray, sir?

If I should choose to take my goose,

Now will you say me nay, sir?”

 

And so we went to Tynwald Fair,

Together did we wander.

To match her bird did I despair,

Though I had a fine young gander.

That was, I trow, long years ago,

And ever since I sigh, sir;

‘Twas all in vain for ne’er again

Did she light upon my eye, sir!