Coming from Brierfield as I do, which is a small town at the foot of Pendle Hill I have been singing this song for many years after hearing
the Taverners sing it and discussing it with them at Padiham.
My words are practically the same as quoted . When I asked them if they had ever climbed it they had to confess that they hadn't.
They all lived in the Blackpool area so this was hardly surprising,
As I had spent many happy days wandering over Pendle's vast moorland summit I thought that it lacked something in intimacy so I wrote my own final verse which no one will have heard before, apart from those who heard me in my early days at Ep'th Folk.            

There is a sloping cart track up the side of the hill which was used to carry goods over to the towns on the far side, and near the top on the steep end there is a spring which was always very cold. When this was high the locals always said that Pendle was weeping. The top was criss crossed by dry stone walls to control the sheep which grazed on it.
At one time they practiced Pace Egging by rolling eggs down it's slopes at Easter.

I have tapes of my version if anybody wants the tune which I will send to you if you care to email me at payne373@btinternet.com


                              My Final Verse

And I dream of the days on your summit I walked
And climbing your cart track with pendleside folk
                        And sleeping by wall sides encompassed by sheep.
                        And drinking cool water at springs where you weep
                                                                                 

Oh, Pendle Oh Pendle, Thou standest of old etc. etc.etc.

                                                                Eric Payne