[Verse 1]
On a fine eve'n fair in the month of Avril
O'er the hill came the man with the blythe sunny smile
And the folks, they were throngin' the roads everywhere
Makin' haste to be in at Copshawholme Fair

[Verse 2]
I've seen them a-comin' in from the mountains and glen
Those rosy-faced lasses and strappin' young men
With a joy in their heart and unburdened o' care
When meetin' old friends at Copshawholme Fair

[Verse 3]
There are lads for the lasses, there's toys for the bairns
There jugglers and tumblers, folks with no arms
There's a balancing act here and a fiddler there
With the nut-men and spice-men at Copshawholme Fair

[Verse 4]
There are peddlers and potters and gingerbread stands
There are peepshows and poppin-darts and the green caravans
There's fruit from all nations exhibited there
With kale plants from Orange at Copshawholme Fair

[Verse 5]
Now the hirin's o'er and off they all sprang
Into the ballroom for to join in the throng
And "I Never Will Lie With My Mammy Nae Mair"
The fiddles play briskly at Copshawholme Fair