Tells a true tale and explains some of the domestic economics of the ironstone miners of North Yorkshire.
lyrics
HEROES OF ESTON
CHORUS Brambles bright, brambles bright
Blackberry eyes shining like night,
Roots so deep, like women’s way,
Here in the ground from the good old days
When it was free to roam about
Without permission of Lordy Stout.
Lordy has his keepers all in the lanes,
If they had there way we’d all be in chains.
They tell us the brambles are Lordy’s to own
Like the coney and the hare when the summer birds have flown.
Well one day in October in eighty two,
Before the devil had taken his due,
Some lasses were blackberrying on Agar’s Bank
When they smelled summat that really stank.
CHORUS
Out jumped Harland, a Hardcastle was he,
Not only by name but a keeper you see.
He said, “These brambles that you’ve thieved,
I’ll take the baskets.” The lasses were aggrieved.
For twopence they’d sell to the market man,
For sixpence to the moneyed folk he’d sell them on.
From the money that they got the women paid the rent
So on keeping their baskets they were hell bent.
CHORUS
As they were arguing and pushing to and fro
Six Eston miners come walking in a row
They were going to the pit to do a days work
But they’d not stand aside and duty shirk.
There was a Thompson, a Buxton and John Cripsall,
A Hodgson, a Wharton, a Mortimer and all.
These miners with one voice said, “This won’t do.
These lasses need their pickings. Their rents are due.
Brambles bright, brambles bright
Blackberry eyes shining like night,
Roots so deep, like women’s way,
Here in the ground from the good old days
When it was free to roam about
Without permission of Lordy Stout.
But Harland was hard, in his Hardcastle way,
He wouldn’t listen to what they had to say.
Well them as wouldn’t listen could expect a bloody snout
When the heroes of Eston were that way out.
The lasses grabbed their baskets and ran of right quick
But Harland reported lads to the Beaks.
There was a Thompson, a Buxton and John Cripsall,
A Hodgson, a Wharton, a Mortimer and all.
CHORUS
The Eston lads said they’d done nowt wrong.
Lordy’s pals on Bench sang a different song.
They found them guilty each fined four and six,
That’s ten stone of brambles you’d need to pick.
So here’s to th’ Eston miners who stood up for the right,
Not knights in shining armour but forever crowned with light.
They protected some lasses who never did no harm
Save to want to keep their bairns safe in house and home.
Brambles bright, brambles bright
Blackberry eyes shining like night,
Roots so deep, like women’s way,
Here in the ground from the good old days
When it was free to roam about
Without permission of Lordy Stout.
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