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Charlie Pig's World of Pluck

Great song and singer and I've always loved Huw Warren's piano playing - love the chords he uses on all the stuff he does with June Tabor.

beebisbiasedbigtime

Old England - lost forever, thanks to Socialism.(Which, ironically, she is espousing).

CHRISTOPHER WARD

this song is brilliant

Rich H

Great song -thanks for youtubing it -& thanks for bothering to type the credits too.

robert atkins

A Place called England',Beautiful, my favourite June Tabor song of all time

Thom Thomas

*COMMONWEALTH*Commenting on another post this afternoon started me thinking about commonwealth, and the notion that things like fresh water and food grown on your own soil tilled by your own hands were essential to life and therefore shared in common. When rain fell a person could collect their own water and did not have to pay for it, same with food they grew themselves. These were held in common for the common good: common wealth.Quietly and insidiously, modern corporations, companies like Monsanto and Nestlé (and a host of others I am certain) are trying to take away the common wealth, insisting they are better caretakers of water, for example, and they own the seed -- even seed germinated by one's own plants in one's own garden.I won't enter the debate over GMOs, because I don't have enough scientific background to say whether or not they are safe; better minds than mine will have to wrestle with the challenge. I can't understand why, if these things are safe and good for us, companies are loathe to label them. This *is* my body, after all, and shouldn't I have the right to know what I'm putting into it?But I do have an interest in the commonwealth, given I'm common enough, and I'm deeply troubled that our access to it is being slowly, methodically eroded by corporations who see humans only as incidental to their profit, and believe they have the right to determine who is hydrated and fed and who is not.A British folksinger named Maggie Holland tackled the concept in her brilliant song "A Place Called England," sung here by June Tabor. It's specifically about England, but it could be anywhere, the United States, Canada, South America, Africa, India. Anywhere corporations are trying to keep us divided while they chip away at our rights and our common wealth. As Maggie says, "Come all you at home with freedom, whatever the land that gave you birth, there's room for you both root and branch as long as you love the ... earth. Room for vole and room for orchid, room for all to grow and thrive; just less room for the fat landowner on his arse in his four-wheel drive."We need to take up this song as an anthem and sing it everywhere.*A PLACE CALLED ENGLAND*I rode out on a bright May morning like a hero in a song,Looking for a place called England, trying to find where I belong.Couldn't find the old flood meadow or the house that I once knew;No trace of the little river or the garden where I grew.I saw town and I saw country, motorway and sink estate;Rich man in his rolling acres, poor man still outside the gate;Retail park and burger kingdom, prairie field and factory farm,Run by men who think that England's only a place to park their car.But as the train pulled from the station through the wastelands of despairFrom the corner of my eye a brightness filled the filthy air.Someone's grown a patch of sunflowers though the soil is sooty black,Marigolds and a few tomatoes right beside the railway track.Down behind the terraced houses, in between the concrete towers,Compost heaps and scarlet runners, secret gardens full of flowers.Meeta grows her scented roses right beneath the big jets' path.Bid a fortune for her garden—Eileen turns away and laughs.So rise up, George, and wake up, Arthur, time to rouse out from your sleep.Deck the horse with sea-green ribbons, drag the old sword from the deep.Hold the line for Dave and Daniel as they tunnel through the clay,While the oak in all its glory soaks up sun for one more day.Come all you at home with freedom whatever the land that gave you birth,There's room for you both root and branch as long as you love the English earth.Room for vole and room for orchid, room for all to grow and thrive;Just less room for the fat landowner on his arse in his four-wheel drive.For England is not flag or Empire, it is not money, it is not blood.It's limestone gorge and granite fell, it's Wealden clay and Severn mud,It's blackbird singing from the May tree, lark ascending through the scales,Robin watching from your spade and English earth beneath your nails.So here's two cheers for a place called England, sore abused but not yet dead;A Mr Harding sort of England hanging in there by a thread.Here's two cheers for the crazy diggers, now their hour shall come around;We shall plant the seed they saved us, common wealth and common ground.

G.K. Nelson

*COMMONWEALTH*Commenting on another post this afternoon started me thinking about commonwealth, and the notion that things like fresh water and food grown on your own soil tilled by your own hands were essential to life and therefore shared in common. When rain fell a person could collect their own water and did not have to pay for it, same with food they grew themselves. These were held in common for the common good: common wealth.Quietly and insidiously, modern corporations, companies like Monsanto and Nestlé (and a host of others I am certain) are trying to take away the common wealth, insisting they are better caretakers of water, for example, and they own the seed -- even seed germinated by one's own plants in one's own garden.I won't enter the debate over GMOs, because I don't have enough scientific background to say whether or not they are safe; better minds than mine will have to wrestle with the challenge. I can't understand why, if these things are safe and good for us, companies are loathe to label them. This *is* my body, after all, and shouldn't I have the right to know what I'm putting into it?But I do have an interest in the commonwealth, given I'm common enough, and I'm deeply troubled that our access to it is being slowly, methodically eroded by corporations who see humans only as incidental to their profit, and believe they have the right to determine who is hydrated and fed and who is not.A British folksinger named Maggie Holland tackled the concept in her brilliant song "A Place Called England," sung here by June Tabor. It's specifically about England, but it could be anywhere, the United States, Canada, South America, Africa, India. Anywhere corporations are trying to keep us divided while they chip away at our rights and our common wealth. As Maggie says, "Come all you at home with freedom, whatever the land that gave you birth, there's room for you both root and branch as long as you love the ... earth. Room for vole and room for orchid, room for all to grow and thrive; just less room for the fat landowner on his arse in his four-wheel drive."We need to take up this song as an anthem and sing it everywhere.*A PLACE CALLED ENGLAND*I rode out on a bright May morning like a hero in a song,Looking for a place called England, trying to find where I belong.Couldn't find the old flood meadow or the house that I once knew;No trace of the little river or the garden where I grew.I saw town and I saw country, motorway and sink estate;Rich man in his rolling acres, poor man still outside the gate;Retail park and burger kingdom, prairie field and factory farm,Run by men who think that England's only a place to park their car.But as the train pulled from the station through the wastelands of despairFrom the corner of my eye a brightness filled the filthy air.Someone's grown a patch of sunflowers though the soil is sooty black,Marigolds and a few tomatoes right beside the railway track.Down behind the terraced houses, in between the concrete towers,Compost heaps and scarlet runners, secret gardens full of flowers.Meeta grows her scented roses right beneath the big jets' path.Bid a fortune for her garden—Eileen turns away and laughs.So rise up, George, and wake up, Arthur, time to rouse out from your sleep.Deck the horse with sea-green ribbons, drag the old sword from the deep.Hold the line for Dave and Daniel as they tunnel through the clay,While the oak in all its glory soaks up sun for one more day.Come all you at home with freedom whatever the land that gave you birth,There's room for you both root and branch as long as you love the English earth.Room for vole and room for orchid, room for all to grow and thrive;Just less room for the fat landowner on his arse in his four-wheel drive.For England is not flag or Empire, it is not money, it is not blood.It's limestone gorge and granite fell, it's Wealden clay and Severn mud,It's blackbird singing from the May tree, lark ascending through the scales,Robin watching from your spade and English earth beneath your nails.So here's two cheers for a place called England, sore abused but not yet dead;A Mr Harding sort of England hanging in there by a thread.Here's two cheers for the crazy diggers, now their hour shall come around;We shall plant the seed they saved us, common wealth and common ground.

Hannah Horsewell

What a beautiful song

Steffi Reitsch

NO YOU'RE NOT!

Steffi Reitsch

Brilliant!

billboy sinclaire

love my home but sadly we are finsh'ed

yrtnook

Beautiful and profound. Thank you!

MrDeludedPenguin

Check out Frank Turner for more modern English patriotic songs. We need to win back English national pride and identity from EDL thugs. EDL started off as something quite beautiful but quickly turned into a mob. They are moving away from that now but its still not enough.

rubyjewels bright red

this woman doent half chat some shit

TheKikifrog

Beautiful song beautifully sung by June. It's good to see England being celebrated as it should be - with pride and joy. And no accusations of being 'racist' if you love your country.

Eddie Edwards

@apples091 Mr.Bragg or Billy please

malcolmry

There is no such thing as England

4 Eyed Animation

@simonbild67 that is a great song by Tabor Prior!

simonbild67

June tabor part of the last wave of English art culture that meant anything Without constantly refrancing our American Cousans we salute you

simonbild67

Me usbands got no courage in im O dear o dear

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