Steeleye Span - Copshawholme Fair lyrics
[Steeleye Span - Copshawholme Fair lyrics]
On a fine eve'n fair in the month of Avril
O'er the hill came the man
With the blythe sunny smile and the folks
They were throngin' the roads everywhere
Makin' haste to be in at Copshawholme Fair
I've seen them a-comin' in from
The mountains and glen
Those rosy-faced lasses and
Strappin' young men
With a joy in their heart
And unburdened o' care
When meetin' old friends at Copshawholme Fair
There are lads for the lasses
There's toys for the bairns
There jugglers and tumblers
Folks with no arms
There's a balancing act here
And a fiddler there
With the nut-men and spice-men
At Copshawholme Fair
There are peddlers and potters
And gingerbread stands
There are peepshows and poppin darts
And the green caravans
There's fruit from all
Nations exhibited there
With kale plants from Orange
At Copshawholme Fair
Now the hirin's o'er and off they all sprang
Into the ballroom for to join in the throng
And "I Never Will Lie With My Mammy Nae Mair"
The fiddles play briskly at Copshawholme Fair
O'er the hill came the man
With the blythe sunny smile and the folks
They were throngin' the roads everywhere
Makin' haste to be in at Copshawholme Fair
I've seen them a-comin' in from
The mountains and glen
Those rosy-faced lasses and
Strappin' young men
With a joy in their heart
And unburdened o' care
When meetin' old friends at Copshawholme Fair
There are lads for the lasses
There's toys for the bairns
There jugglers and tumblers
Folks with no arms
There's a balancing act here
And a fiddler there
With the nut-men and spice-men
At Copshawholme Fair
There are peddlers and potters
And gingerbread stands
There are peepshows and poppin darts
And the green caravans
There's fruit from all
Nations exhibited there
With kale plants from Orange
At Copshawholme Fair
Now the hirin's o'er and off they all sprang
Into the ballroom for to join in the throng
And "I Never Will Lie With My Mammy Nae Mair"
The fiddles play briskly at Copshawholme Fair