THE RUSHCART SONG by Mike Waterson

Cut the rushes, pile them high
Stack them ‘til they reach the sky
Silver gardening the eye???
Oh we are all rushcarters

All dressed out in flowers so gay
On this bright sunshiny day
Come we will, if come we may
Oh we are all rushcarters

We are not rich, we are not poor
We do not beg from door to door
You have seen us all before
We are all rushcarters

Through the village, up and down
Dancing round and round the town
Suits??? go twirling round and round
We are all rushcarters

Dance we did in days of yore
Like our fathers did before
We will dance for evermore
We are all rushcarters

Recorded by Mike Waterson with Eliza Carthy, Norma Waterson and Martin Carthy in their studio in Robin Hood's Bay.

Two lines uncertain - suggestions welcome.