They went like their neighbours to Haltwhistle Fair.
Old women on crutches, who hardly could go,
Who had kept their beds for a twelvemonth or so,
With grey beards, whose noddles were hoary or bare,
All came for a look at old Haltwhistle Fair.
Some people, they say, were so very keen,
As came with a view but to see and be seen,
And got so well pleas’d, they did vow and declare,
They never again would miss Haltwhistle Fair.
You have heard of Miss Bouncer, without any doubt,