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THE ACCRINGTON PALS (Mike Harding) Mike Harding - 1986 Smoky town where they were born Down in the valley, smoky little streets They were pals from childhood days Climbing trees and running through the fields And they all played together through the turning of the years Sharing their laughter, sharing all their fears The Seasons saw them growing and Seasons passing turned them round With the changing, changing, changing years Accrington Pals Schooldays' end, the lads all went To work, some spinning, some weaving in the sheds On the land or down the pit Working hard to earn their daily bread. And they all went walking up old Pendle Hill On Sundays the larks sang high above the dales Little Willie Riley played his mandolin and sang They were laughing, they were smilingsinging then Accrington Pals 1916, came the call "We need more lads to battle with the Hun Lads of Lancashire, heed the call With God on our side, the battle will soon be won" So they all came marching to the beating of the drums Down from the fields and factories they come Smiling at the girls who Came to see them on their way They were marching, marching, marching away Accrington Pals Blue sky shining on a perfect day A lark was singing, high above the Somme Brothers, pals and fathers lay Watching that sweet bird sing in the quiet of the dawn And they all went walking out towards the howling guns Talking and laughing, calmly walking on Believing in the lies that Left them dying in the mud And they're lying, lying, lying still Accrington Pals Smoky town which heard the news Down in the valley, smoky little streets Houses quiet and curtains drawn All round the town a silent shroud of grief And the larks were singing still above old Pendle Hill The wind was in the bracken and the sun was shining still A lark was singing sweetly as The evening fell upon the Somme..... For Edward Parkinson, Bobby Henderson, Willie Clegg, Johnny Molloy, Norman Jones, Albert Berry, Willie Riley The Accrington Pals.

    


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