T F Richards Hand Numbered Limited Edition Print on Paper :"Widdicombe Fair"
Title: Widdicombe Fair
Dimensions (W x H ): Paper Size: 32 x 15 in | Image Size: 28 x 11 in
Edition | Medium: Each print is hand numbered, accompanied by a certificate signed by the Master Printer and is numbered to match the print. The editions are limited to 1880 copies. |
This Gouttelette print on paper is published with light-fast inks to BS1006 Standard onto acid-free calcium carbonate buffered stock, mould-made from 100% cotton and sourced from environmentally conscious paper suppliers. This product is exclusive to Rosenstiels.
About the Art: Superior Edition
About the Artist:
Little is known about the artist T F Richards, but his Widdicombe Fair is one of the best loved images in the art world.
Richards’ memorable cartoon was inspired by the traditional Devonshire folk song. The Widecombe (sic) Fair which exists today was actually founded in 1850 but the song itself is believed to date back far further, although the words and tune varied slightly in different parts of the country. However, when the Rev. Baring Gould published it in his "Songs of the West" in 1890, it had become known in its present form. The original Thomas Cobley (sic) is thought to have died in Spreyton in 1794.
1. Tom Pearse, Tom Pearse, lend me your grey mare 2. And when shall I see again the grey mare?
All along, down along, out along lee All along, down along, out along lee
For I want for to go to Widdicombe Fair. By Friday soon, or Saturday noon.
With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney
Peter Day, Daniel Whiddon, Harry Hawk Peter Day, Daniel Whiddon, Harry Hawk
Old Uncle Tom Cobleigh and all Old Uncle Tom Cobleigh and all
Old Uncle Tom Cobleigh and all. Old Uncle Tom Cobleigh and all.
3. Then Friday came and Saturday noon 4. So Tom Pearse he got up to the top of the hill
All along, down along, out along lee All along, down along, out along lee
But Tom Pearse's mare has not trotted home. He see'd his old mare down a-making her will.
With Bill Brewer etc. With Bill Brewer etc.
5. So Tom Pearce's old mare, she took sick and died 6. But this isn't the end of this shocking affair
All along, down along, out along lee All along, down along, out along lee
And Tom, he sat down on a stone and he cried. Nor though they be dead of the horrid career.
With Bill Brewer etc. With Bill Brewer etc.
7. When the wind whistles cold on the moor of a night 8. And all the long night be heard skirling and groans
All along, down along, out along lee All along, down along, out along lee
Tom Pearse's old mare doth appear ghastly white. From Tom Pearse's old mare and a rattling of bones.
With Bill Brewer etc. With Bill Brewer etc.
