The famous Widecombe story is cast in stone in the village..

"Widecombe Fair"

"Tom Pearce, Tom Pearce, lend me your grey mare,
All along, down along, out along lee.
For I want to go to Widecombe Fair.
Wi' Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer. Peler Gurney,
Peter Davy, Dan'1 Whidoon. Harry Hawk,
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all.
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all.

And when shall I see again my grey mare?
All along, down along, out along lee.
By Friday soon or Saturday noon,
WI' Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, ....

Then Friday came and Saturday noon,
All along, down along, out along lee,
Tom Pearce's old mare hath not trotted home
WI' Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer ...

So Tom Pearce he got up to the top of the hill,
All along, down along, out along lee
And he see'd his old mare a-making her will,
Wi' Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer ....

So Tom Pearce's old mare. her took sick and died,
All along, down along, out along lee.
And Tom he sat down on a stone and he cried,
Wi' Bill Brewer. Jan Stewer ....

But this isn't the end of this shocking affair,
'All along, down along, out along lee.
Nor, though they be dead, of the horrid career—
of Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer ...

When the wind whistles cold on the moor of a night,
All along, down along, out along lee.
Tom Pearce's old mare doth appear gashly white—
Wi' Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer...

And all the long night be heard skirling and groans,
All along, down along, out along lee.
From Tom Pearce's old mare In her rattling bones
And from Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer ...