Broadford Bazaar - Jethro Tull, Steven Wilson

Dirty white caravans down narrow roads sailing

Vivas, Cortinas, weaving in their wake

With hot, red-faced drivers, horns' flattened fifths wailing

Putting trust in blind corners as they overtake

And it’s «Oh, come willing now

Spend a shilling now

Stack up the back of your new motor car»

There’s home-dyed woollens

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 «Oh, 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 cottars, white 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 «Oh, 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