COPSHAWHOLME FAIR                Trad., Steeleye Span.
Key: G

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On a fine even fair in the month of April
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O'er the hill came a man with a blythe sunny smile,
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And the folks they were thronging the roads everywhere,
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Making haste to be in at Copshawholme Fair,


I've seen them a-coming in from the mountains and glens:
Those rosy-faced lasses and strapping young men,
With a joy in their heart and un-burdened of care,
A-meeting old friends at Copshawholme Fair.


There are lads for the lasses, there's toys for the bairns,
There are jugglers and tumblers, folks with no arms,
There's a balancing act here and a fiddler there,
With milk-men and spice-men at Copshawholme Fair.


There are peddlers and potters and gingerbread stands,
There are peep-shows and              in the green caravans,
There's fruit from all nations exhibited there,
With          from           at Copshawholme Fair.


(inst.)


When the hiring's o'er up 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.