The rabble rout forbore to shout and each man held his breath
For well they knew a hero's soul was face-to-face with death

- Montrose, Steeleye Span


We could leave right now
maybe it's getting light out there
papers in the alley
just a little rain

- We Could Leave Right Now, Oysterband

Speaking of the Oysters, the whole of 'Granite Years' because it reminds me of the time I lived in a certain Kent seaside town that shall remain nameless. Some of the worst times of my life. But, paradoxically, some of the best too.

Down there in the dark they are lying
They died for nine shillings a day

- Gresford Disaster, Anon

And how could I forget?

For England is not flag or Empire it is not money and it is not blood
It's limestone gorge and granite fell it's Wealden clay and Severn mud
It's blackbird singing from the may tree lark ascending through the scales
It's robin watching from your spade and English earth beneath your nails

- A Place Called England, Maggie Holland