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