Haul down, lads
Pass the billy round, lads
Tara to Silvie, tara 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 toot, pull out the chart
We'll find another ground
Haul down, lads
It wasn't all that grand, 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 there
But there's often tears
And there's always fears
But you'll be back next year
Pull down, lads
The sets are coming down, lads
The act's all packed and the dodging's stacked
A bite of scran and go
We'll leave it as we found it
They'll soon forget we've been
Oh, we trade in fun, and we go and come
We're often scorned and seldom mourned
Oh, I hope you know what I mean
