My Barra

I'm sourcing for the sale, oh I take up my barrow a-lightly-o I travel alone, oh And you'll do well by me I know I'm waiting for the sale, six months late Take a pretty little ticket at the gate And when the sun arises, I'll be there With my breakfast and my tea I got down there Oh, they saw me there Straight as a sail, I've got my way And always be sure that you'll come by me For the ones that you left there were meant there for me I'm here with my barrow-o Looking to buy your wares You'll want to sell me it all And then a tidy little bargain for we both I'll shake your hand, oh Then stab you in the back and off I go I look like the others in the cold But a wolf in sheeps clothing I am I'm always polite wherever I go Straight as a sail I'll get my way And always be sure that you'll come by me For the ones that you left there were meant there for me Take a pretty little ticket and in you go When you get in you will find that you want for it all How much, then what is it, they cry And I move amongst them all quiet like I know the way wherever you go I'll follow and find you for your curios I won't be the one to pay silly-o But agree you'll have a bargain and I'll have my fill