Also new, from Robin Burns:

WELCOME TO THE MISKIN FESTIVAL
(Hotel California: The Eagles)

Driving along the motorway at seventy miles an hour
Passing all the cars along the way going just a little bit slower
Looking out for the exit, juction thirty four
Driving into Miskin
To hear the people roar

    Welcome to the Miskin Easter festival
    Such a lovely place, such a lovely space
    Such happy faces
    Plenty of room at the Miskin Easter festival
    One time of year, this time of year
    You can find it here

Down the road is the campsite, not close but not too remote
Covered in caravans and campers wedged level on the slope
If it rains it will get slippy and they'll end in a heap
Right down at the bottom
For that slope is steep

The bar is stacked with barrels full of real ale
We are all real ale drinkers so no other beer's for sale
You can always tell a folkie by the tankard hanging on his hip
He always drinks in swallows
Never takes a sip

There's songs of every kind, some of this and some of that
Sung by every kind of voice; level, harp and flat
With instruments in staes of tune from 'out' to 'almost in'
The real ale blends it all
Into one great glorious din

Squeeze boxes squeezing in and out for Morris in the yard
Men and women in coloured clothes, red face and breathing hard
Some say it is passion, some say it's the dance
But the bunkhouse has only single bunks
Nothing's left to chance!


Transcribed by Nigel