Thanks for reminding me of this favorite song. I used to play it on the concertina (copy and repaste in WORD/TIMES/12 to get the chords to plug in right):

BROCKIE LADS
(By Jez Lowe © 1985 A song about the young lads who worked on Mr. Brock's traveling carnivals around the North of England in the 1960's. SONGS OF JEZ LOWE, Fellside Records © 1988)

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When the Brockie lads come back, with the first days of summer,
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The whole town comes out to watch them pass,
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In their trailors and vans, full of candy, rides and pleasure,
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And a fond smile for each and every lass.

Chorus:
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Oh, the Brockie lads are bad, but the Brockie lads are bonny,
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Oh, the Brockie lads are all they've said and done,
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And I never loved but once, she was the fairest of any,
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But a-way with a Brockie lad she's gone.

The Brockie lads are black, with the ways of the deveil,
They're just tinkers and hawkers at heart;
All their flash clothes and cars hide a fear for to settle,
'Cos they're born to the creaking of the cart. (CHO)

And when we'd all had our fill of the racket and the rattle,
And the last time the lights had all gone down,
They packed away their wild world of painted wood and metal,
And went off to work and woo another town. (CHO)

I do the last verse somewhat differently:

And when we've all had our fill of the racket and the rattle,
And the lights have all gone down one last time,
They pack away their wild world of painted wood and metal,
And go off to work and woo another town.

Cheerily,
Charley Noble