Blooming under sable skies.
There my heart forever lies!
Let the world grow cold around us,
Let the heavens cry above!
In thy valley, there′ll be love!
Salted meat I'm sellin′ there! At the fair, laddie!
Ale for sale or barter there! At the square, laddie!
Come all ye down! Ye in the town!
Wool 'n' cloth I′m selling there! At the square, laddie!
Come ye, all ye everywhere, to the fair!
Come ye Bairn, Come ye men!
Come from pail an′ broom!
There's a fair down in MacConnachy Square!
O, all of ye come to Sandy here, Come over to Sandy′s booth
I'm sellin′ the sweetest toffee here, that ever should loose your tooth.
I eat it myself an' there's no doubt, ′Tis creamy an′ good an' thick,
So laddies, I′ll hope ye'll buy me out,
It′s makin' me kind o′ sick.
Come from pail and broom!
Don't ye ken, there′s a fair.
(echo with)men- Oh come ye from the loom,
Oh come ye from the pail an′ broom
Oh hear ye people, Hear ye ev'rywhere:
Don′t ye ken, there's a fair
Down in MacConnachy Square.
Salted meat I′m sellin' there
Ale, for sale or barter there At the fair, laddie!
Woolen clothes I′m sellin there At the fair, laddie.
I'm sellin' a bit o′ milk an′ cream.
Come sip it an' ye will vow
That this is the finest milk an′ cream
That ever came out a cow.
Though finest it is, the price is small,
With milk an' the cream alack!
There′s nothin' to do but sell it all. The cow winna take it back.
All of ye down from in the hills, An′ all of ye in the glens.
Come all of ye down from in the mills, An' all of ye bairns an' men.
Come all of ye from the weavin′ loom! Come all of ye to the square!
Come all of ye from the pail an′ broom! Come all of ye to the fair!
Come ye from the loom! Come from pail an' broom!
Hear ye ev′rywhere! Don't ye ken?
Down in MacConnachy Square!