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Versuri Broadford bazaar
- Jethro Tull

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?)