Old Pendle

Old 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 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 close to fire and keep ourselves warm Until once again we can walk on thine arm Old Pendle, old Pendle Majestic, sublime Thy praises shall ring 'til the end of all time Thy beauty eternal Thy banner unfurled Th'art dearest and grandest old hill in the world *soul-churning jam*