Copshawholme Fair Lyrics

Song	Copshawholme Fair
Artist	Steeleye Span
Album	Hark! The Village Wait
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	作词 : Traditional
	Traditional
	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

	zuo ci : Traditional
	Traditional
	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 acomin' in from the mountains and glens
	Those rosyfaced 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 nutmen and spicemen at Copshawholme Fair
	There are peddlers and potters and gingerbread stands
	There are peepshows and poppindarts 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

	zuò cí : Traditional
	Traditional
	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 acomin' in from the mountains and glens
	Those rosyfaced 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 nutmen and spicemen at Copshawholme Fair
	There are peddlers and potters and gingerbread stands
	There are peepshows and poppindarts 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

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