LADS O' THE FAIR



by a member of the Battlefield Band



Come bonnie lass, lie near me, and let the brandy cheer ye

For the road from Fife tae Falkirk's lang

And cold and wet and weary

My trade it is the weavin'

From the bonnie toon o' Leevin

And we'll drink a health to the farmers' dames

Who'll buy our cloth the morn.



Chorus:

You can see them now, the lads o' the fair

Lads frae the Forth and the Carrin water

Working lads and lads wi' gear

Lads who'll sell ye the provost's daughter

Soldiers back from the German wars

peddlers up frae the boarder

And lassies wi' their eye on more than the kye

At the trysting fair at Falkirk.



Come, Geordie, hald the pony,

For the path is steep and stony

And its three lang weeks frae the Isle o' Skye

And the beasts are thin and bony

We'll tak a drap o' the siller

And buy ourselve's a gill or two

And drink to the lads who'll buy our kye

In Falkirk toon the morn



Stand hear and I'll show ye

There's the toon below ye

But ye best bide here in the barn tonight

For the nightwatch dinna know ye

My brother, he's a ploughman

And I'm for the feeing now, man

And we'll drink tae the price o' the harvest corn

In Falkirk toon the morn.

Well, the work o'the weaver's over

Likewise the days o' the drover

And the ploughboy sits on a tractor now

Too high to see the clover

Well, the workin's no sae steady,

But the lads are aye still ready

To drink the health o' the working man

In Falkirk toon the morn.



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