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?)
(blessed?) (Cuchulains?)
[Cuchulain == mythical Irish hero --- wee plastic Cuchulains?]
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.
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?) (blessed?) (Cuchulains?) [Cuchulain == mythical Irish hero --- wee plastic Cuchulains?] 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. Explain Request ×
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