Copshawholme Fair

Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Verse 3] 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 [Verse 4] 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 [Verse 5] 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