west end fair, hampstead, cock and hoop
West End Fair
I remember you there at the West End Fair, Spiced gingerbread crumbs 'round your lips You could always outshine In your green dress of pine, Any mortal by way of eclipse. With a mind to enthrall you stopped by my stall And sampled the whiskey and wine Your christmassy breath Could undo any death; Fair Ivy, I'm yours to entwine. Every long hour I'd wilt like a flower, Until you passed my way again With an old rag doll, And a worn parasol, Calypso, I'm yours to enchain. Your charity booth was an island to sooth, Cool waters from fair Hampstead Wells Your make-shift spa, A chalybeate bar, To refresh flagging dandys and belles. In that riotous coup, the old Cock and Hoop Preperations were made for a dance In this wanton spring, I would lose everything That I had for the sake of romance. That May day evening, you made me the King Of your heart when you whispered, "I will" In my shirtsleeves and boots, To the fiddles and flutes, We danced to Forever Until.
© Severn Dwyer. And song (recorded) 2008