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The Term Time Video (MV)




Performed By: STOUT
Language: English
Length: 5:40
Written by: Traditional




STOUT - The Term Time Lyrics




They sang about the Broomielaw
They sang o' lan's alairm
But the best song that e'er was sung
Was sung aboot the term
The term time is comin' lads
And we will a' win free
And wi' the weary fairmers
Again we winna fee

So come a rady-um-a-row dow, rady-um-a-ree
Rady-um-a-row dow, fal-la-lee
So come a rady-um-a-row dow, rady-um-a-ree
Rady-um-a-row dow, fal-la-lee

First there come the mairket
And then there come the term
So all you weary fairmers
Dinna be alairmed
For they tap you on the shouther and say
Lad, are ye tae fee?
They tell ye a lang tale
That's every word a lee

So come a rady-um-a-row dow, rady-um-a-ree
Rady-um-a-row dow, fal-la-lee
So come a rady-um-a-row dow, rady-um-a-ree
Rady-um-a-row dow, fal-la-lee

Wi' broadtail coats and quaker hats
And woops alow their airms
They dunt-on ride on horseback
When they get a fairm
Their boots a' glaa an' glitterin'
And spurs upon their heels
Although you ca' the country roon
You winna fin' sic chiels

So come a rady-um-a-row dow, rady-um-a-ree
Rady-um-a-row dow, fal-la-lee
So come a rady-um-a-row dow, rady-um-a-ree
Rady-um-a-row dow, fal-la-lee

He'll put his hand into his pooch
And he'll pu' oot a shillin'
He'll say siller's unco scarce
Aye, the leein' villain
He'll tell ye evr'y jot o' wark
That ye hae tae perform
But lads, when you're under them
You stand the raging storm

On cold kale and tatties
They feed you like a pig
While they sit at their tae and toast
Or hurl in their gig
Oh well the diet hour it vexes them
And then tae us they say
Come-on my lads ye get yer rest
When lyin' in the clay

So come a rady-um-a-row dow, rady-um-a-ree
Rady-um-a-row dow, fal-la-lee
So come a rady-um-a-row dow, rady-um-a-ree
Rady-um-a-row dow, fal-la-lee

And noo my song has ended
A warning tak frae me
And with the weary fairmers
Be sure an dinna fee

So come a rady-um-a-row dow, rady-um-a-ree
Rady-um-a-row dow, fal-la-lee
So come a rady-um-a-row dow, rady-um-a-ree
Rady-um-a-row dow, fal-la-lee
So come a rady-um-a-row dow, rady-um-a-ree
Rady-um-a-row dow, fal-la-lee
So come a rady-um-a-row dow, rady-um-a-ree
Rady-um-a-row dow, fal-la-lee
So come a rady-um-a-row dow, rady-um-a-ree
Rady-um-a-row dow, fal-la-lee
So come a rady-um-a-row dow, rady-um-a-ree
Rady-um-a-row dow, fal-la-lee
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They sang about the Broomielaw
They sang o' lan's alairm
But the best song that e'er was sung
Was sung aboot the term
The term time is comin' lads
And we will a' win free
And wi' the weary fairmers
Again we winna fee

So come a rady-um-a-row dow, rady-um-a-ree
Rady-um-a-row dow, fal-la-lee
So come a rady-um-a-row dow, rady-um-a-ree
Rady-um-a-row dow, fal-la-lee

First there come the mairket
And then there come the term
So all you weary fairmers
Dinna be alairmed
For they tap you on the shouther and say
Lad, are ye tae fee?
They tell ye a lang tale
That's every word a lee

So come a rady-um-a-row dow, rady-um-a-ree
Rady-um-a-row dow, fal-la-lee
So come a rady-um-a-row dow, rady-um-a-ree
Rady-um-a-row dow, fal-la-lee

Wi' broadtail coats and quaker hats
And woops alow their airms
They dunt-on ride on horseback
When they get a fairm
Their boots a' glaa an' glitterin'
And spurs upon their heels
Although you ca' the country roon
You winna fin' sic chiels

So come a rady-um-a-row dow, rady-um-a-ree
Rady-um-a-row dow, fal-la-lee
So come a rady-um-a-row dow, rady-um-a-ree
Rady-um-a-row dow, fal-la-lee

He'll put his hand into his pooch
And he'll pu' oot a shillin'
He'll say siller's unco scarce
Aye, the leein' villain
He'll tell ye evr'y jot o' wark
That ye hae tae perform
But lads, when you're under them
You stand the raging storm

On cold kale and tatties
They feed you like a pig
While they sit at their tae and toast
Or hurl in their gig
Oh well the diet hour it vexes them
And then tae us they say
Come-on my lads ye get yer rest
When lyin' in the clay

So come a rady-um-a-row dow, rady-um-a-ree
Rady-um-a-row dow, fal-la-lee
So come a rady-um-a-row dow, rady-um-a-ree
Rady-um-a-row dow, fal-la-lee

And noo my song has ended
A warning tak frae me
And with the weary fairmers
Be sure an dinna fee

So come a rady-um-a-row dow, rady-um-a-ree
Rady-um-a-row dow, fal-la-lee
So come a rady-um-a-row dow, rady-um-a-ree
Rady-um-a-row dow, fal-la-lee
So come a rady-um-a-row dow, rady-um-a-ree
Rady-um-a-row dow, fal-la-lee
So come a rady-um-a-row dow, rady-um-a-ree
Rady-um-a-row dow, fal-la-lee
So come a rady-um-a-row dow, rady-um-a-ree
Rady-um-a-row dow, fal-la-lee
So come a rady-um-a-row dow, rady-um-a-ree
Rady-um-a-row dow, fal-la-lee
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Writer: Traditional
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