Fakenham Fair - Bellowhead

I never really fell in love 'til I went out to Fakenham Fair

A chance for t’meet with a carnival girl who was selling the fortunes there

Try 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!»

So swing around, the merry-go-round

Give the wheel of fortune a whirl

The finest prize at Fakenham Fair

Is the pretty carnival girl

Her eyes were blue, her hair was brown, and her lips they were soft and red

And I’ve never seen a shape like hers and my eyes nearly popped from my head

For I was young and innocent, oh, but still even I could see

The way that she smiled and winked my way said «Come take a chance on me!»

So swing around, the merry-go-round

Give the wheel of fortune a whirl

The finest prize at Fakenham Fair

Is the pretty carnival girl

The old boys said «She's not for you, now 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 finest day in all my life whatever may come to pass

Was the day that I went to Fakenham Fair and won me the carnival lass

So swing around, the merry-go-round

Give the wheel of fortune a whirl

The finest prize at Fakenham Fair

Is the pretty carnival girl

So swing around, the merry-go-round

Give the wheel of fortune a whirl

The finest prize at Fakenham Fair

Is the pretty carnival girl