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Those Were The Days
The Clancy Brothers
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Come bonnie lass lie near me
And let the brandy cheer ye
For the road from Fife to Falkirk's
Lying cold and wet and weary
My trade it is the weaving
And the bonnie town a-leaving
And we'll drink to the health of the farmer's dames
While by our clod we mourn
For you can see them all the lads at the fair
Lads of the Forth and the Carron Water
Working lads and lads wi' gear
Lads what sell you the promised daughter
Soldiers back from the German wars
Peddlers up from the border
And lassies wi' an eye for a mare
And the kye at the Trystin Fair at Falkirk
Oh Geordie lead the pony
For the path is steep and stony
And it's three lang weeks from the Isle of Skye
And the beasts are thin and bony
We'll take the last of the siller
And we'll buy ourselves a gill or two
And we'll drink to the lads what'll buy our kye
In Falkirk town the morn
And you can see them all the lads at the fair
Lads of the Forth and the Carron Water
Working lads and lads wi' gear
Lads what sell you the promised daughter
Soldiers back from the German wars
Peddlers up from the border
And lassies wi' an eye for a mare
And the kye at the Trystin Fair at Falkirk
Come stand here and I'll show you
For there's the town below you
But you'd best bide here in the barn for the night
For the night watch dinnae know you
My brother he's a ploughman
And I'm for the free and now man
And we'll drink to the price of the harvest corn
In Falkirk town the morn
For you can see them all the lads at the fair
Lads of the Forth and the Carron Water
Working lads and lads wi' gear
Lads what sell you the promised daughter
Soldiers back from the German wars
Peddlers up from the border
And lassies wi' an eye for a mare
And the kye at the Trystin Fair at Falkirk
Ah the work of the weaver's over
Likewise the day of the thrower
And the ploughboy sits on a tractor now
Too high to see the clover
The working's no so steady
But the lads are all still ready
To drink to the health of the working man
In Falkirk town the morn
And you can see them all the lads at the fair
Lads of the Forth and the Carron Water
Working lads and lads wi' gear
Lads what sell you the promised daughter
Soldiers back from the German wars
Peddlers up from the border
And lassies wi' an eye for a mare
And the kye at the Trystin Fair at Falkirk