There were stalls selling cider, and stalls selling hats.
There were tents full of singing, and tents full of beer.
All day long at the Trowbridge Fair.
There was Cajun and Reggae, and even some Folk.
There was pipe, flute and fiddle, and even guitar
All day long at the Trowbridge Fair.

There were old folk and young ones, ladies and men.
There were some with umbrellas and some with no shoes.
In the crowd at the Trowbridge Fair.
There were colourful outfits, with excellent hats.
There was one special lady who smiled right at me
In the crowd at the Trowbridge Fair.

She had a long swirling dress in ethereal lace.
She had lovely dark hair and a brightening smile
The girl from the Trowbridge Fair.
She was dancing with me, in a sweet embrace.
She was holding my hand, as I kissed her lips.
The girl from the Trowbridge Fair.

I was walking on clouds as light as the air.
There was mud all around, but I just didn't care
With her at the Trowbridge Fair.
My mind was a-glowing, out there in the field.
The music was flowing, I was dancing for joy
With her at the Trowbridge Fair.

I would save all my money, and buy me a plane.
I would travel the world, and across seven seas
To see that girl again.
I would sell off my house, and live in a tent.
I would work all day long, then work more at night
To see that girl again.

The girl from the Trowbridge Fair.