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Pendle, old Pendle, thou standest alone. Twixt Burnley and Clitheroe, Whalley and Colne, Where Hodder and Ribble's fair waters do meet With Barley and Downham content at thy feet. Pendle, old Pendle, majestic, sublime Thy praises shall ring till the end of all time Thy beauty eternal, thy banner unfurled, Th'art dearest and grandest old hill in the world Chorus: When witches fly out on a dark rainy night, We'll not tell a soul, and we'll bar the door tight, We'll sit near to t' fire, and keep ourselves warm Until once again we can walk on thy arm. Chorus: Pendle, old Pendle, by moorland and fell In glory and loveliness, ever to dwell On life's faithful journey, where e'er I may be, I'll pause in my labours, and oft think of thee. Chorus: Audio Adobe Flash Player not installed or older than 9.0.115!  Performed by Sue Bousfield and Liz Moore Old Pendle is about Pendle Hill in North East Lancashire. It is believed that witches live there. Although it sounds like an old folk song, this song was written in the 1950s in the folk style. The composers were Milton and Allen Lambert (words) and Ted Edwards (tune). |
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