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The Market Song

アーティスト:Faun  アルバム:Eden 

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On a fine evening fair in the month of april Over the hill came the sun with a smile, And the folks they were throngin' the roads everywhere, Makin' haste to be in at the Copshawholme Fair. I've seen 'em a-comin' from mountains and glens, Those rosy-faced lasses and strappin' young men, With a joy in their heart and unburdened o' care, A-meetin' old friends at the Copshawholme Fair. Whoever joined our gathering and danced under the garlands green will never be the same again Now rest your head and stay a while and dwell with us the summer's night and you'll never be the same again There are lads for the lasses, there's toys for the bairns, Jugglers and tumblers and folks with no arms, There's a ballad-singer here and a fiddler there, Nut-men and spice-men at Copshawholme Fair. There are peddlers and potters and gingerbread stands, Peepshows and popping-darts and green caravans,


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