[00:00:00] At Casterbridge Fair by Thomas Hardy - Richard Burton [00:00:00] Sing Ballad singer raise a hearty tune [00:00:04] Make me forget that there was ever a one [00:00:05] I walked with in the meek light of the moon [00:00:09] When the day's work was done [00:00:12] Rhyme Ballad rhymer start a country song [00:00:15] Make me forget that she whom I loved well [00:00:17] Swore she would love me dearly love me long [00:00:20] Then what I cannot tell [00:00:25] Sing Ballad singer from your little book [00:00:27] Make me forget those heart breaks achings fears [00:00:31] Make me forget her name her sweet sweet look [00:00:35] Make me forget her tears [00:00:43] These market dames mid aged with lips thin drawn [00:00:47] And tissues sere [00:00:49] Are they the ones we loved in years agone [00:00:52] And courted here [00:00:55] Are these the muslined pink young things to whom [00:00:58] We vowed and swore [00:00:59] In nooks on summer Sundays by the Froom [00:01:03] Or Budmouth shore [00:01:06] Do they remember those gay tunes we trod [00:01:09] Clasped on the green [00:01:11] Aye trod till moonlight set on the beaten sod [00:01:13] A satin sheen [00:01:16] They must forget forget [00:01:19] They cannot know [00:01:20] What once they were [00:01:22] Or memory would transfigure them and show [00:01:24] Them always fair [00:01:32] Black on frowns east on Maidon [00:01:35] And westward to the sea [00:01:37] But on neither is his frown laden [00:01:39] With scorn as his frown on me [00:01:42] At dawn my heart grew heavy [00:01:44] I could not sip the wine [00:01:46] I left the jocund bevy [00:01:48] And that young man of mine [00:01:51] The roadside elms pass by me [00:01:55] Why do I sink with shame [00:01:56] When the birds a perch there eye me [00:02:00] They too have done the same [00:02:07] Nobody took any notice of her [00:02:09] As she stood on the causey kerb [00:02:12] All eager to sell her honey and apples [00:02:14] And bunches of garden herb [00:02:16] And if she had offered to give her wares [00:02:18] And herself with them too that day [00:02:21] I doubt if a soul would have cared to [00:02:23] Take a bargain so choice away [00:02:27] But chancing to trace her sunburnt grace [00:02:29] That morning as I passed nigh [00:02:32] I went and I said Poor maidy dear [00:02:36] And will none of the people buy [00:02:39] And so it began; and soon we knew [00:02:41] What the end of it all must be [00:02:44] And I found that though no others had bid [00:02:47] A prize had been won by me [00:02:53] And are ye one of Hermitage [00:02:55] Of Hermitage by Ivel Road [00:02:58] And do ye know in Hermitage [00:02:59] A thatch roofed house where sengreens grow [00:03:03] And does John Waywood live there still [00:03:05] He of the name that there abode [00:03:07] When father hurdled on the hill [00:03:09] Some fifteen years ago [00:03:12] Does he now speak of Patty Beech [00:03:13] The Patty Beech he used to see [00:03:17] Or ask at all if Patty Beech [00:03:19] Is known or heard of out this way [00:03:21] Ask ever if she's living yet [00:03:23] And where her present home may be [00:03:25] And how she bears life's fag and fret [00:03:28] After so long a day [00:03:31] In years agone at Hermitage [00:03:33] This faded face was counted fair [00:03:35] None fairer; and at Hermitage [00:03:37] We swore to wed when he should thrive [00:03:41] But never a chance had he or I [00:03:43] And waiting made his wish outwear [00:03:46] And Time that dooms man's love to die [00:03:50] Preserves a maid's alive [00:03:59] The singers are gone from the Cornmarket place [00:04:02] With their broadsheets of rhymes [00:04:04] The street rings no longer in treble and bass [00:04:07] With their skits on the times [00:04:10] And the Cross lately thronged is a dim naked space [00:04:13] That but echoes the stammering chimes [00:04:17] From Clock corner steps [00:04:18] As each quarter ding dongs [00:04:20] Away the folk roam [00:04:22] By the "Hart" and [00:04:23] Grey's Bridge into byways and drongs [00:04:26] Or across the ridged loam