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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]
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.
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.
Jethro Tull- Broadford Bazaar, from the album
Nightcap: Unreleased and Rare Tracks. Also a
bonus track from Heavy Horses.
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