June Tabor - Pull down lads

^GPull ^Cdown ^Glads, pass the bevvy ^Cround ^Glads, ^G"Ta'ra" to Sylvie, "^CTa'ra" to ^GJean, we'll soon be on the ^Droad, Don't ^Gthink on what you're ^Alea^Dving, don't ^Athink on what you've ^Dfound, Just tear ^Goff the tilt, pull ^Cout the ^Gchat, we'll find another ^Gground.

^GPull ^Cdown ^Glads, it wasn't a bad ^Cground ^Glads, ^GWe've made some brass, you've ^Chad a ^Glass, it's perhaps as well we're ^Dgoing, I ^Gknow how it can ^Ahurt, ^Dlads, to ^Aleave her standing ^Dthere, For there's ^Goften fears and there's ^Calways ^Gtears, but you'll be back next ^Gyear.

^GPull ^Cdown ^Glads, the sets are cooling ^Cdown ^Glads The ^GArk’s all packed and the ^Cdodgems ^Gstacked, a bite of scran then ^Dgo, We'll ^Gleave it as we ^Afound ^Dit, they'll ^Asoon forget we've ^Dbeen, For we ^Gtrade in fun and we ^Cgo and ^Gcome, we're ^Goften scorned and ^Cseldom ^Gmourned, (rit) Oh, I ^Ghope you'll ^Dknow what I ^Emmean.