Day 3: Fakenham Fair

Album cover for Fakenham Fair

Song Information

The liner notes when Peter recorded this (on Mainly Norfolk) says that he learned it from Pete Bullen of Norwich who learned it from his grandfather (as with Yarmouth Town).

When I was collecting suggestions for this project, Ed Wynn said that he felt one of Peter's best legacies is the range of trad folk songs he rescued from obscurity and Ed had the impression that he spent a long time ploughing through archives and picking out survivors.

Having said that, there are a fair few "conspiracies" about this song. The first is that it was only ever collected from Peter Bullen and the language is "too modern" for songs of that time, leading some to think that Bullen's grandfather actually wrote it.

The deeper conspiracy is nobody has found any further information on Peter Bullen, nobody can find a record of this song before the 1960s and (most damningly) "Bullen" sounds suspiciously close to "Bellamy". Some people have since posited that Bellamy wrote this song himself but "gifted" it to the tradition by inventing the story of collecting it in Norfolk.

Personally, I don't think he'd have done that - he cared so much about preserving and spotlighting Norfolk traditional song and singers that making up this story and not telling anyone the truth over the next 20 years seems unlikely.

My first introduction to this would have been Bellowhead's version on their second album Matachin. That version has very much infected my brain so I had to spend a lot of time trying to sing this differently from how Jon does!

Listen to the Song

Lyrics

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.”

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.