Jake Thackray
Jake Thackray
Jake Thackray
Jake Thackray
Jake Thackray
Jake Thackray
Jake Thackray
Jake Thackray
Jake Thackray
Jake Thackray
Jake Thackray
Jake Thackray
Jake Thackray
Go, lowly Swale, go headlong down
Down through your stony-faced meadows
Your scowling hills, your crouching towns
Go, little Swale, and I follow
The taciturn hill farmers patiently still
Are pacing their hillside
The po-faced sheep stare as they go
The pinafored women go day after day
Making their hay
Down by the river edge where wagtails are trotting
By Booze, by Muker, by Gunnerside, by Crackpot
Go, little Swale, go headlong down
Down through your stony-faced meadows
Your scowling hills, your crouching towns
Go, little Swale, and I follow
The children are learning to leave you behind
Old men have time to stare at the dead afternoons
The up-country bus takes them slowly but surely
Over the moorside
Over the poor bridges that hunch there all crook-back
By Thwaite, by Grinton, by Healaugh, by Buttertubs
Go, little Swale, go headlong down
Down through your stony-faced meadows
Your scowling hills, your crouching towns
Go, little Swale, and I follow
Go, lowly Swale, go headlong down
Down through your stony-faced meadows
Your scowling hills, your crouching towns
Go, little Swale, and I follow
Go Little Swale was written by Jake Thackray.
Go Little Swale was produced by Norman Newell.