Broadford Bazaar lyrics
Song information
Artist: Jethro Tull Album: Nightcap: The Unreleased Masters 1973-1991
Lyrics
Dirty white caravans down our road, sailing Vivas, cortinas, weaving in their wake With hot, red-faced drivers, horns flattened, fists whaling Putting trust in blind corners as they overtake
And it's ''all come willing now Spend a shilling now Stack up the back of your new motor-car.'' There's home-dyed woolens, and wee plastic [cuillins]
The day of the broadford bazaar
Out of the north, no oil-rigs are drifting And jobs for the many are down to the few Blue-bottle choppers, they visit no longer Like flies to the jampots, they were just passing through
And it's ''all come willing now Spend a shilling now Stack up the back of your new motor-car'' Where once stood oil-rigs so phallic There's only swear-words in gaelic To say at the broadford bazaar
All kinds of people come down for the opening Crofters and cottiers, white [wild?] settlers galore [Crofter == farmer renting land] [Cottier == farmer renting land] And up on the hill, there's an old sheep that's dying But it had two new lambs born just a fortnight before
And it's ''all come willing now Spend a shilling now Stack up the back of your new motor-car.'' We'll take pounds, francs and dollars from the well-heeled And stamps from the green shield The day of the broadford bazaar
[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]
"Nightcap: The Unreleased Masters 1973-1991" album track list
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