SALISBURY AGRICULTURAL SHOW

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From all parts of Europe in thousands they fly.
To great Salisbury town in the month of July,
To see all the wonders and wonderful things
The bullock that bleats and the cookoo that sings
Thare is gennine pigs, donkeys and bulls big as whales
A goat with fire heads and a cat with nine tails.
With ganders and gooses, calves, heifers and cows.
Carta, waggons, and whee-barrows, harrows aud plougs

See the lads and the lasses all tripping around.
Over vaileys and mesoows to Salisbury tows.
So seet and so charming they merrily go,
To the alisbury great agrcultu al how.

There is old Farmer Plump and his lady so fat.
With a bustle beh nd and a lamp on her back
There is Sally from Down on she onward do speed.
And Peggy from Romsev called Steik in the mead,
All the lasses from Wilton so charming does ran
With their calico trousers to keep off the son
with a veil and a boa they do look so fine
And great holes in the heels of their stockings behind

There is Warminster Nancy and Andover Pat
With a tol de rol cap and a Jack Sheppard bat
And Tisherton Mary so buxom and mild.
She bursted her trousers going over a style.
There is roses and violets and tulips in bloom,
There is great Wiltshire pancakes as big as the moon.
There is cabbages, greens, and a duck that near sung
And a thrashing machine to grind old women young.

There is sheep, goats & turkeys they are bringing along
There is large Wiltshire cheeses that grows in the pond
80 the sweet farmers daughters cant they go the rig,
And ride to the show on the tail of a pig.
Pretty Kit had a child was as sharp as a there,
Marked over the nose with a large bullock's hors,
She said it was got as she homeward did go
From the Salisbury great Agricultural show,

Old England is joyful she never was dell
Is there one in the world can beat eld farmer Bull
With his ducks and his drakes, horses, calves, sheep
and cow*.
His sweet Witshire losses and God speed the plough.
With his cheeses his bacon his butter and cream
Mere's the roast beef old England & God save she
Queen,
May you never know sorrow, care grumbling or strife
Heres a pot of good ale and a Salisbury wife.

I saw a large cabbage in Salisbury town.
It would cover just twenty-five acaes of ground
I am sere such a cabbage I shall ne er see again,
Every kef was far bigger than Salisbury plain,
Old slolly from Devizes fresh as a rose.
In a great Yorkshire dung cart fell slap on her nose
The vowed and declared as the in it did lie,
She thought twas a stunning great go barr pye.

Beware pretty maidens as homeward you go
from Salisbury Agricultural show
If you fall on the grass not a moment there He,
Or perhaas yon'll remember the month of July
Come tightly draw on your basiles behind and baffre
Pull up your stoexings and button your drawers
sing lice young sookoos as homeward you ge
success to the agricultural show

              Dever, Printer 7, Dials Leadaa.