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Nestling
in the valley of the Six Mile Water,
There lies a
lovely market town,
Tween Belfast,
Larne and Antrim,
It's the
Gateway to the North,
And people come
to it from miles around.
Now every year
at May Time the Carnival's in town,
Where buskers
and amusements can be found.
Traders with
their horses,
Yellowman sold
everywhere
At the Great
May Fair in Ballyclare
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Walking down
the Main Street
We meet friends
from days gone by,
We stop and
reminisce there for' a while,
People's
smiling faces, horses thru' their paces,
Cattle sold,
the May Fair Queen's in style.
Luck pennies
are exchanged
As a handshake
seals a deal,
It's gettin'
late. 'We can't trade any mare"
The stalls are
packing up now,
Everybody's
headin' home,
From the Great
May Fair in Ballyclare.
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