| On a fine evening fair in the month of april | |
| Over the hill came the sun with a smile, | |
| And the folks they were throngin' the roads everywhere, | |
| Makin' haste to be in at the Copshawholme Fair. | |
| I've seen 'em a-comin' from 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 the Copshawholme Fair. | |
| Whoever joined our gathering | |
| and danced under the garlands green | |
| will never be the same again | |
| Now rest your head and stay a while | |
| and dwell with us the summer's night | |
| and you'll never be the same again | |
| There are lads for the lasses, there's toys for the bairns, | |
| Jugglers and tumblers and folks with no arms, | |
| There's a ballad-singer here and a fiddler there, | |
| Nut-men and spice-men at Copshawholme Fair. | |
| There are peddlers and potters and gingerbread stands, | |
| Peepshows and popping-darts and green caravans, | |
| There's fruit from all nations exhibited there, | |
| With kale plants from Orange at Copshawholme Fair. | |
| Whoever joined our gathering | |
| and danced under the garlands green | |
| will never be the same again | |
| Now rest your head and stay a while | |
| and dwell with us the summer's night | |
| and you'll never be the same again | |
| You came a long way, you traveled for so long. | |
| Now rest your head before the summer's gone, | |
| Meet us in the sunny fields and meet us in the greenwood deep | |
| And step in our faerie ring 'cause you'll never ever ever be the same again. | |
| When the hiring is over, 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. |
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