G'day,
I hear it as follows:-

COPSHAWHOLME FAIR

On a Friday it fell in the month of Avril
O'er the hill came the morn with the blythe sunny smile
And the folks they were throngin' the roads everywhere
Makin' haste to be in at Copshawholme Fair

I've seen 'em a' comin' in from the mountains and glens
Those rosy-faced lasses and strappin' young men
With a joy in their heart and unburdened o' care
A' meetin' old friends at Copshawholme Fair

There are lads for the lasses there's toys for the bairns
There tumblers and jugglers and folks with no arms
There's a balancing act here and a fiddler there
There are nut-men and spice-men at Copshawholme Fair

There are peddlers and potters and gingerbread stands
There are peepshows and puff and darts and the green caravans
There's fruit from all nations exhibited there
With kale plants from Harwich at Copshawholme Fair

When the hirin's, o'er off they all sprang
Into the ballroom for to join in the throng
And "I Never Will Lie With My Mammy Nae Mair"
The fiddles play briskly at Copshawholme Fair

Also, when Tim Hart and Maddy prior sang it on their own there were about 3 more verses. I'll type them up & post them sometime soon. They sing 'Avril' both times.

In the meantime here is another version. From "Traditional Tunes" - Kidson, 1891, republished 1970. I'm surprised it's not 'Avril' here.

COUPSHAWHOLME FAIR

On a Friday it fell in the month of April,
O'er the fields came the morn with a blithe sunny smile;
The folks were a'thranging the roads everywhere
Making haste to be in at Coupshawholme Fair.

They were seen coming in frae the mountains and glen,
Baith the rosy faced lasses, and strapping young men:
A'jumping wi' joy, and unburdened wi' care,
And meeting auld friends at the Coupshawholme Fair.

It's a day when auld courtships are often renewed,
A' disputes set aside, or more hotly pursued;
What Barleycorn Johnny sees fit to declare
Is law, for he's king at the Coupshawholme Fair.

There's pedlars and potters and gingerbread stands,
Peep-shows, puff and dart men, and green caravans;
There's fruit frae a' nations exhibited there,
And Kail plants frae Harwich at Coupshawholme Fair.

There's lads for the lasses, and toys for the bairns,
Auld blin' ballant singers, and folk wi' nae arms;
The fiddler is here, and the tumblers there,
Wi' nut-men and spice-men at Coupshawholme Fair.

Now next is the hiring, if you want to hear tell,
I'll tell it as far as I've seen it mysel';
What wages are gi'en is ill to declare,
Sae muckle they vary at Coupshawholme Fair.

The first I saw hired was a strapping young queen,
He asked her her age and where she had been;
What wages she wanted, and how long she'd been there,
An' gin she wad hire at Coupshawholme Fair.

Cheers,
Alan