Hesket New Market

November 15th, church bells ring
In Hesket Newmarket
A crow takes off in the frost
I was there, I saw the water mill moving
And a film crew panning the two fat ladies
As their engines growled like a pack of dogs
While the mist rolled up its sleeves
Helter-skeltered down the barber shop stripes

I see the histories collide
Through the Jubilee bunting
Is that the sight you want to
Keep alive at any cost?

Keep your eyes peeled for German spies
Fish & chips wrapped in the Cumbria Gazetteer
A steam locomotive breaks my heart
And a red post box in Arthurian stone
Well, it took a feat of strength to ascend to a throne
Now you just need to smile for your spread in Hello!
Here comes the W.I. to sing us a hymn

For the Lord a dulcimer sounds
Bonfire Night and up for it
Lord have mercy, Philip Zec
All who trample 'pon him
1942, in 'fore the dim out
Poppy fields and Molly Metcalfe
And all who sail upon them

Under pink sunset
Head of the ale
And the folded crisp packets
Slotted into the picnic benches
Leave me be!
As an addict to the old times
I want to be hhere when it all falls down
Heartbreak under a rattling pagoda
Slow heart, heavy rainfall