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The Roses of Eyam

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The earth beneath the surface dust Is cold and damp and raw And, holding but the memories Of what has gone before, Can almost be forgiven For remembering the dream Of the wall of stones around the homes Of the villagers of Eyam, Of the villagers of Eyam. In August sixteen-sixty-five Along the cobbled roads, Between the houses dark and high, The carriers with their loads Were leaving for the northern towns The capital and crown, And also leaving far behind The plague of London town, The plague of London town. George Vicars was the tailor To the village life of Eyam, And to his house a case of clothes From London town was seen To be delivered one fine day In September 'sixty-five, And never more was tailor Vicars Ever seen alive, Ever seen alive. The scars upon his face and chest Were many to behold And, lying by the fevered body Now so very cold, The case from London opened wide, The clothes all neatly hung, And from the bell upon the church The knell of death was rung, The knell of death was rung. There followed sixty, scarred and bleeding, Buried in their graves As Thomas Stanley stood above And told them "Jesus Saves". But Stanley was a puritan, An enemy to heed To Mompesson (the Anglican Who held the rectors creed, Who held the rectors creed).


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