Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Copshawholme Fair, artist - Steeleye Span. Date of issue: 31.07.2003
Song language: English
Copshawholme Fair |
| 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 'em a-comin' in from the mountains and glens |
| Those rosy-faced lasses and strappin' young men |
| With a joy in their heart and unburdened o' care |
| A’meetin' old friends at Copshawholme Fair |
| There are lads for the lasses, there’s toys for the bairns |
| There jugglers and tumblers and folks with no arms |
| There’s a balancing act here and a fiddler there |
| There are 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 |
| And now above all the hiring if you want to hear tell |
| You should ken it as afar I’ve seen it myself |
| What wages they adle it’s ill to declare |
| The muckle they vary at Copshawholme Fair |
| Just the gal I have seen she’s a strapping young queen |
| He asked what her age was and where she had been |
| What work she’d been doin', how long she’d been there |
| What wages she wanted at Copshawholme Fair |
| Just then the bit lass stood a wee while in gloom |
| And she blushed and she scraped with her feet on the ground |
| Then she plucked up her heart and did stoutly declare |
| Well, a five pound and turn at Copshawholme Fair |
| Says he, but me lass, that’s a very big wage |
| Then he’d turning about like he been in a rage |
| Says, I’ll give ye five pounds but I’ll give ye nay mare |
| Well I think him and tuck it at Copshawholme Fair |
| He took out a shilling but to haul the bit wench |
| In case it might enter her head for to flinch |
| But she grabbed it muttering I should have had mare |
| But I think I will tuck it 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 |
| Now this is the fashion they thus passed the day |
| Till the night comin' on they all hurry away |
| And some are so sick that they’ll never join more |
| With the fighting and dancing at Copshawholme Fair |