On a fine evening fair in the month of aprilOver the hill came the sun with a smileAnd the folks they were throngin' the roads everywhereMakin' haste to be in at the Copshawholme FairI've seen 'em a-comin' from mountains and glensThose rosy-faced lasses and strappin' young menWith a joy in their heart and unburdened o' careA-meetin' old friends at the Copshawholme FairWhoever joined our gatheringAnd danced under the garlands greenWill never be the same againNow rest your head and stay a whileAnd dwell with us the summer's nightAnd you'll never be the same againThere are lads for the lasses, there's toys for the bairnsJugglers and tumblers and folks with no armsThere's a ballad-singer here and a fiddler thereNut-men and spice-men at Copshawholme FairThere are peddlers and potters and gingerbread standsPeepshows and popping-darts and green caravansThere's fruit from all nations exhibited thereWith kale plants from Orange at Copshawholme FairWhoever joined our gatheringAnd danced under the garlands greenWill never be the same againNow rest your head and stay a whileAnd dwell with us the summer's nightAnd you'll never be the same againYou came a long way, you traveled for so longNow rest your head before the summer's goneMeet us in the sunny fields and meet us in the greenwood deepAnd step in our faerie ring 'cause you'll never ever ever be the same againWhen the hiring is over, off they all sprangInto the ballroom for to join in the throngAnd "I Never Will Lie With My Mammy Nae Mair"The fiddles play briskly at Copshawholme Fair
