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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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.
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.