Copshawholme Fair Chords by Steeleye Span

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_ On a Friday it fell in the month of April,
o'er the hill came the morn with a blithe sunny smile,
and the folks they were trotting the roads everywhere,
making haste to be in a [Bm] topsy [B]-turvy home affair.
_ I've seen them coming in from the mountains and the ledge,
those rosy-faced lassies and stropping young men,
with a joy in their hearts and _ unburdened character,
beneath the [Bm] new friends that have copped a [B] home affair. _
There are lads for the lassies, there's toys for the [Em] bens,
there are jugglers [Bm] and tumblers, folks with [F#m] no [B] hands,
there's a baller singer here and a fiddler there,
with a [Bm] nutman and a spiceman that [F#m] cost you [B] a home affair.
_ There are peddlers and potters and gingerbread stands,
there [Em] are [B] keepshows and pubs [Bm] and darts and a green [C] [B] caravan,
there's fruit from all nations exhibited there,
with tales from Herring [Bm] to cost you a [B] home affair.
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_ _ _ _ When the high-ends are wore off, they all [Em] sprang into [Bm] the bowl,
and started joining the throng, and I never [B] will lie,
with my mummy they merrily _
[Bm] _ briskly had cost you a home affair. _ _
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