Pat Wictor

Are you going to Dover Town, to Dover Town you go?
As the swallow flies, it's not far down this road
Have you room for another soul? A-hurry I must go
There's a girl I'm going to see, who won my heart so

She stood in the market stall, a market-girl is she
She sells the finest cloth, with the sweetest smile you've seen
And I asked to walk her home when the market day is done
We sat down by the riverside, to watch the setting sun

"Yes, good sir, climb up here, to Dover I must go
Thank you for your company on this lonesome road
Tell me of your story, sir, for to pass the time
Tell me of your Dover girl, the Dover girl so fine."

I said to her, "Darling, I must go, I must go from thee.
One summer's apprenticeship, and I'll a master be
I'll return to claim your hand, when autumn comes so soon
Be my bride by the riverside, and I will be your groom."

She said, "If I must see you go, see you go from me
I'll make you the finest coat, from the finest cloth you've seen
I'll hang it in the market-stall, til fall comes to an end
If you come by, I'll be your bride, and you'll ne'er be cold again."

So, are you going to Dover Town, to Dover Town you go?
As the swallow flies, it's not far down this road
Have you room for another soul? A-hurry I must go
There's a girl I'm going to see, who won my heart so

PW:  vocal, acoustic guitar, dobro
Jim Ypsilantis:  acoustic guitar

by Pat Wictor (Tell A Tale Music/BMI)