Pulling Down Song

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