A Village Fair is for surely for children and so is the rhyme.
Oh Rottingdean Fair Oh Rottingdean Fair,
the streets oh so pretty we all will be there.
The bands they will play, the Morris will dance,
we’ll swing on the swing boats and play games of chance.
Will my key open the stout wooden chest,
Will my pig win the race, if he tries his best?
Will my ball hit a coconut, my line hook a prize,
when it pops out of the box and I open my eyes?
There’s a pony to stroke and a lamb in a pen,
then we’ll learn about guide dogs and brave fighting men.
A woodcarver shows us newly carved goods,
from olive trees, sycamore all kinds of woods
Bees buzz around in a frame under glass,
while pots full of honey are sold while they last.
There are artists and friends sitting under the tree,
some eat homemade cake and sip cups of tea.
A poet from Ireland, a pair from Japan,
with birds made of paper and flowers from their land
Oh Rottingdean Fair, Oh Rottingdean Fair
the streets oh so pretty we are glad we were there.
The bands they did play, the Morris did dance,
we swung on the swing boats and played games of chance.
Well it sort of works, although could not think of a line for Tony Adams from Crossroads and Chitty Chitty Bang Bang or dream up one about the Petticoat Lane ladies. Oh and Mick Bensley designed the very pretty poster and programme.
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