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 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.