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