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?]

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 shoppers, they visit no longer.
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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.
Lyrics: Broadford Bazaar, Jethro Tull [end]