Jethro Tull - Broadford Bazaar lyrics

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]

[blessed?] [Cuchulains?]

[Cuchulain == mythical Irish hero --- wee plastic Cuchulains?]

[jo-l kcbbs.gen.nz (jo lobb) explains: Broadford is a town on

Skye (where the road that passes Dun Ringill leaves the main

road, incidentally) and Skye's famous Cuillin Hills are nearby.

I suppose tourists could be expected to buy wee plastic models

of spectacular hills .... Also, the Cuillin Hills are ``also

known as the Coolins or Cuchullins, possibly after an Ossianic

hero...'', so maybe wee plastic model heroes do make sense, after

all.]

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.

[Crofter == farmer renting land]

[Cottier == farmer renting land]

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.