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Book TitleAuthorDateNotes
Song TitleDick of Taunton Dene
Roud No.382
Collected FromLarge, Mr.
Collected ByWilliams, Alfred
Alternative Title
Source PrimaryWSRO: 2598/36 Packet 4 - Wiltshire: Williams, A: MS collection No Wt 386
Source SecondaryUnpublished
Song Lyrics
Verse 1

Last New Year's Eve , as I've heard say,
Young Dick he mounted his dobbin grey,
And started off from Taunton Dean,
To court the parson's daughter Jane.


Dumble dum deary, dumble dum day.

Verse 2

Young Dick he has on his Sunday clothes,
His buckskin breeches, and silken hose,
Wi' a brand new hat upon his head,
As was be-decked in ribbons red.


Verse 3

Dick rode along without any fear,
Till he came to the house of his true love dear,
He up and shouted, 'Hey! Hulloa!
Be the rawks at home? Say yea or no.'


Verse 4

The servants quickly let Dick in,
That he his courtship might begin,
And Dick he strode into the hall,
And loudly for Miss Jane did call.


Verse 5

Miss Jane came down without delay,
To hear what Dick had for to say,
'I do suppose you knows this, Miss Jane,
That I be Dick of Taunton Dene.


Verse 6

I'm an honest chap, though I be poor,
And I never was in love before,
But Mother sent I heard to woo,
And I can fancy none but you.'


Verse 7
'If I consent to be your bride,
Pray! How will you for me provide?'
'I'll give you all I've got for sure,
And what could a man do for 'ee more.


Verse 8

For I can reap and I can mow,
I can plough and I can sow,
I goes to market wi' raether's hay,
An' earns I nine pence every day.'


Verse 9

'Oh, nine pence a day will never do,
For I must have silks and satins too.
It would never do for you and I,'
'Oh, come,' says Dick, 'we can but try.


Verse 10

I got a pig poked up in the sty,
As comes to me when Granny shall die,
And if you'll consent to wed I now,
Either give I a fine fat sow.'


Verse 11

Dick's compliments were so polite,
He won Miss Jane before 'twas night,
And when he's got no more to say,
He jumped on his horse and rode away.
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Note 1

Alfred Williams - 'This, as its title indicates, originated in the West Country though it was popular, not only throughout England, but also in Ireland, as we learn from notes printed in Bell's 'Songs of the English peasantry'. It exists in several versions, though none of the English copies differ very considerably. Words obtained of Large, Hinton Parva, Wiltshire.'

Note 2

Hinton Parva is in the civil parish of Bishopstone.

Transcribed and edited by Chris Wildridge, 2007.



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