| Song | Copshawholme Fair |
| Artist | Steeleye Span |
| Album | Hark! The Village Wait |
| 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 |
| 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 |