Hi,

Here's the song (from memory) as I heard it years ago:

Cotton mills are closing down all over Lancashire,
From Oldham to the Mersey; from Burnley to the Wyre,
And all along the Rossendale you'll hear a mournful cry,
And the winds across the Pennines heave a low and deadly sigh.

Save our sheds from unemployment, that's all that we demand,
For we're clemmin' and we're starvin', with no money in our hand,
Re-deployment is the answer now, from Whitehall's empty mouth,
Come leave your friends and family, there's a job for you down South.

And meanwhile, for the last time, the factory whistles blow
But the profit margin's falling, and the capital's run low,
And the stockbrokers of Altrincham must sell up all their shares,
Don't give a damn for the working man, for no-one really cares.

And as the sun sets over Pendle, and the rain begins to fall,
The Government in Westminster ignores the weavers' call;
And the glory that was England's dies, beneath the smoke black hills,
Like the legend of Jerusalem with her dark, satanic mills.

Note: (verse 2 'clemmin' = hungry/starving)

Hope this helps.

DAve Roberts
Salt Town Poets
Middlewich