Lyr Req: Where the wheels of Mammon grind

Subject: Lyr Req: Where the wheels of Mammon grind
From: Trevor
Date: 25 Aug 13 - 11:59 AM

Hello folks. My father-in-law was singing this morning a song he learned when he was a kid in Bristol. It included the line

"Up and away from the ruthless town where wheels of Mammon grind
To coombe and tor, and rolling down to the purple moor behind..."

I've done a Google search to no avail - does anyone here recognise it please?

Cheers

Trevor.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Where the wheels of Mammon grind
From: Trevor
Date: 26 Aug 13 - 09:37 AM

Refresh

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Where the wheels of Mammon grind
From: Q (Frank Staplin)
Date: 26 Aug 13 - 12:21 PM

Wiki lists three songs titled "Mammon." One by Quasi perhaps.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Where the wheels of Mammon grind
From: Trevor
Date: 26 Aug 13 - 12:56 PM

Thanks Q - I'll have a look.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Where the wheels of Mammon grind
From: GUEST
Date: 26 Aug 13 - 04:00 PM

Someone asked same question on the Poetry Forum in March - no answers there, either.

Phil

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Where the wheels of Mammon grind
From: GUEST,Anne South Yorkshire
Date: 13 Sep 14 - 05:10 PM

It goes on-
The westring breeze the westring song my road they travel along
And birds in the treetops every one are singing the same glad song,
Oh I would be in the West Country where Somerset and Devon meet
With one I love to live and die, the purple moorland looming high,
Neath storm and shine of fitful sky, the purple moorland looming high,
And the seven seas at our feet.

There is more but this is all I remember.

We used to sing this brilliant song at Retford County High School for Girls in the 1950's

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Where the wheels of Mammon grind
From: GUEST,Anne South Yorkshire
Date: 24 Sep 14 - 01:57 AM

Slight amendment to the above:-

The west'ring breeze, the west'ring song
My road they travel along,
And birds in the tree-tops every one
Are singing the same glad song,
Oh, I would be on the West Country
Where Somerset and Devon meet,
With one I love to live and die,
The purple moorland looming high,
Neath storm and shine of fitful sky,and the seven seas at our feet.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Where the wheels of Mammon grind
From: Trevor
Date: 19 Sep 15 - 10:38 AM

Just come across this thread again. Thanks for the input. I've just recorderd my father in law singing this - I'll try to work out a few dots for it. Cheers.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Where the wheels of Mammon grind
From: maeve
Date: 20 Sep 15 - 09:15 AM

Trevor- You'll give us a link when you do, please?

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Where the wheels of Mammon grind
From: Trevor
Date: 20 Sep 15 - 01:38 PM

Of course

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Where the wheels of Mammon grind
From: Joe Offer
Date: 07 Mar 17 - 10:19 PM

Max got this message for Trevor in an email today. I'll send it on to Trevor:

Hi Trevor, I learned this song at Bishop Road school in Bristol U.K.
during 1943. The Headmaster at the time was Eden Phillpots . I can't
seem to get the whole song on google.
have you tried.
At the age of 87 I would like to connect with anyone who was in
bristol during the war.
John

There is a similar request at:

http://www.poetrylibrary.org.uk/queries/lostquotes/index.cfm?id=873

Can anybody help?

-Joe-

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Where the wheels of Mammon grind
From: Trevor
Date: 08 Mar 17 - 02:50 AM

Thanks. I'll make contact to see if there's anything I can do to help.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Where the wheels of Mammon grind
From: GUEST,Gina Palmer
Date: 10 Jul 17 - 08:50 AM

I learnt this song at Downend C.of E. Junior School , on the outskirts of Bristol in the 50s ,one verse I remember was:

Brow, bey and trey with all his might,
The stag from harbour bounds,
The hunt sweeps headlong o'er the height,
To tuneful cry of hounds,
They fade away, the dusk grows still,
The moon lights up the ling,
And pixies pert on every hill,
Are dancing in a ring.

Oh I would be in the West Country, etc.

I also remember it as the Severn Sea at our feet i.e. the Severn estuary and the brow bey trey (trez ?) are points on a stag's antlers.