DRONFIELD FAIR
In years gone by when I was young,
Innocent and lived life without a care,
Dronfield in the month of June was all excited
Preparing for the fun of the fair.
It was held on Callywhite Lane,
In the first field on the right.
And when the great steam engines came
They were truly an awesome sight.
Big round steel bodies glistening
Tall chimney stacks a flame
Moving a slow ten miles an hour
With sideshows, rides and games.
It started on a Friday night
Folk came from near and far
To ride upon the Noah’s ark
Or drive a dodgem car.
Sunday was the biggest day,
With marches through the town.
Preceded by a big brass band
And children dressed in fancy gowns.
But now, we’ve lost all but the fair
Old customs changing year by year.
And when I remember those days of fun,
I’ll know I’ll shed a tear.
By
Alfred Weston
© Copyright Reserved 2003
In years gone by when I was young,
Innocent and lived life without a care,
Dronfield in the month of June was all excited
Preparing for the fun of the fair.
It was held on Callywhite Lane,
In the first field on the right.
And when the great steam engines came
They were truly an awesome sight.
Big round steel bodies glistening
Tall chimney stacks a flame
Moving a slow ten miles an hour
With sideshows, rides and games.
It started on a Friday night
Folk came from near and far
To ride upon the Noah’s ark
Or drive a dodgem car.
Sunday was the biggest day,
With marches through the town.
Preceded by a big brass band
And children dressed in fancy gowns.
But now, we’ve lost all but the fair
Old customs changing year by year.
And when I remember those days of fun,
I’ll know I’ll shed a tear.
By
Alfred Weston
© Copyright Reserved 2003
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