Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Roses of Eyam, artist - Beau.
Date of issue: 30.07.2020
Song language: English
The Roses of Eyam |
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). |
The differences between the men |
That were so very wide |
Were shattered by the desperate need |
And rudely cast aside. |
The forces of the two were joined. |
Their words were not in vain. |
They told the villagers of Eyam, |
«The plague must be contained, |
The plague must be contained». |
The simple people took their word, |
Agreed to stay and die. |
They built a wall around the hamlet, |
Not so very high, |
But high enough that they should know |
That though it mean their lives, |
The plague must stay behind the wall |
With children, friends and wives, |
With children, friends and wives. |
For six long months the wall did stand |
And honest to their word, |
The families died. |
The Friths and Sydalls |
Never more were heard. |
The Thornleys, Hancocks, and the Torres, |
All buried in the ground. |
The Coopers and the Vicars |
Never made another sound, |
Never made another sound. |
The dawn that rang the final bell |
Left thirty-three alive |
From three-hundred-and-fifty |
In September 'sixty-five. |
The villagers rebuilt their lives |
With those who still remained. |
The name of Eyam can still be seen; |
The plague had been contained, |
The plague had been contained, |
The plague had been contained, |
The plague had been contained… |