Copshawholme Fair - Intellectual

[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

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