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[Am]Pendle,
old Pendle, thou [G]standest [Am]alone.
Twixt [F]Burnley and [C]Clitheroe, [G]Whalley
and [Am]Colne,
Where [F]Hodder and[C] Ribble's fair[G] waters
do[Am] meet
With Barley and [G]Downham cont[Am]ent at th[Em]
[Am]y feet.
[Am]Pendle, old Pendle, ma[G]jestic, sub[Am]lime
Thy [F]praises shall[C] ring till the [G]end of all [Am]time
Thy [F]beauty et[C] ernal, thy [G]banner un[Am]furled,
Th'art dearest and [G]grandest old [Am]hill in [Em]
[Am]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. |