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R:Folk Song
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A:Lancashire
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N:Mike Harding
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July Wakes

Looms are swept an' t' brass is drawn,
An' me an' Jack we'll be up at dawn
An' we're off to beg or steal or pawn,
For t'July Wakes.
We've sweat for one and fifty weeks,
An' human limbs, like looms, they'll creak,
So we'll go and climb up Pendle Cheek,
And rest us limbs.

Well roam in t'woods an sprawl in th' hay
An' watch great clouds swing up at play,
And if they brast, we'll turn that way,
And taste clean rain.

We'll follow rivers up to t' sky,
And watch great fishes swimmin' by
An' we'll sup from brooks when we get dry,
And stand up men.

Day's carefree 'till Jack, downcast,
Watchin' larks ond linnets racin' past,
Hears the hooters moan through the linnet's blast,
To 'ell wi t'looms

Cos Monday'll see us back in t' shed.
Watchin' shuttles spewin' out miles and miles of thread,
And we'll be weavin' fifty one weeks of bread,
And one of life.