Peter Bellamy Fakenham Fair

I never really fell in love till I went up to Fakenham Fair
And I chanced for to meet with a carnival girl a-selling the chances there
I tried for a lamp or a Spanish shawl or a golden filigree
But all the while her eyes were saying, “Oh! Come take a chance on me.”

Chorus (repeated after each verse):
So swing around the merry-go-round,
Give the wheel of fortune a whirl,
For the finest prize at Fakenham Fair
Is the pretty carnival girl.

Her eyes were blue, her hair it was brown and her lips they were soft and red
And a shape like hers I had never seen and my eyes well they popped from my head
But I was young and innocent but still even I could see
That the way she laughed and she winked my way it said, “Come take a chance on me.”

The old folks said, “She ain’t for you, boy, oh, what will the old people think?”
But I took my chance and I won that girl just as quick as an eye could wink
And the very best day in all my life, whatever come to pass,
Was the day that I went up to Fakenham Fair and I won me a carnival lass.