Broadford Bazaar

[Verse 1] Dirty white caravans down narrow roads sailing                Vivas Cortinas weaving in their wake                  With hot red faced drivers horns flattened fists wailing                Putting trust in blind corners as  they overtake. [Chorus] 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 plaster Cullins The day of the Broadford Bazaar.       [Verse 2] Out of the north no oil-rigs are drifting             And jobs for the many are down to the few.            Blue-bottled choppers they visit no longer Like flies to the jampots they were just passing through [Chorus] 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         [Verse 3] All kinds of people come down for the opening             Crofters and cotters white settlers galore             And up on the hill  there’s an old sheep that’s dying But it had two new lambs born just a fortnight before [Chorus] And it’s all come willing now Spend a shilling now Stack up the back of your new motor car They’ll take pounds francs and dollars from the well heeled And stamps from the Green Shield. The day of the Broadford Bazaar.