Pulling Down Song
(John Tams)
Pull down lads, pass the bevvy round lads "Ta'ra" to Sylvie, "Ta'ra" to Jean,
we'll soon be on the road Don't think on what you're leaving,
don't think on what you've found Just tear off the tilt, pull out the chat,
we'll find another ground
Pull down lads, it wasn't a bad ground lads We've made some brass, you've had a lass,
it's perhaps as well we're going I know how it can hurt, lads,
to leave her standing here For there's often fears and there's
always tears, but you'll be back next year
Pull down lads, the sets are cooling down lads The ark's all packed and the dodgems
stacked, a bite of scran then go We'll leave it as we found it,
they'll soon forget we've been For we trade in fun and we go and come,
we're often scorned but seldom mourned I hope you'll know what I mean.
This song was written in about 1970 on the top of a double decker bus, When John Tams first left school he
had a job on a travelling fair ("all long greasy hair and leather jacket") and the song is set around the ritual of "pulling
down" the rides after the fair is over. Thus the "tilt" is the canvas cover that covered the wagons; "scran" is a term for
food, originating in prison slang; the "ark" refers to a ride he worked on; and the "chat"? "It's a thing. Usually clarified
by pointing at what you're talking about."
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Tailer LER 2085, LP (1973), |
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Trailer LER 2085, LP (1973), |
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