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A song that always seems to have been with us. Played many times by Tansads, the band from which Merry Hell evolved, Pendle Hill has also changed over the years, from a fiery folk-punk stream of rage, to the thoughtful anthem that it has become. Meanwhile, Pendle Hill remains unchanged, impassive, brooding and magnificent, above the rolling fields.

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Pendle Hill - Words by Bob Kettle & John Kettle Music by John Kettle


I once had a teacher
Who said, ‘silence is golden,
And put your name on everything
If you don’t want it stolen!’

But, sir, who owns the rolling fields?
And, sir, who owns the standing stones?
And, sir, who owns the restless sea?
It’s not you and it’s not me

I once had a teacher
Who said ‘you’ll grow up too soon.
You’ll get washed up on higher moral ground
Singin’ Tory Party pop tunes.’

I once had a teacher
Who said, ‘you’ll come to no good.
You want to be a fitter?
That’s the best one I’ve heard all year!’

But, sir, you only knew my name
You never really knew me at all
And, sir, you only ever sent
Me to face the wall.

I used to live off outrage
But now I’ve got a mortgage
I used to be the Cock of the School
But now I’m just a no-bill-paying-tax-evading-fool

But, sir, I’ve walked the rolling fields
And felt the magic, flying
And seen the sorrow in the silver sky
That tells you that hope is dying



So come and stand on Pendle Hill
And watch the sun rising
To understand that there’s a light shining still
Whether you’re laughing or you’re crying

You’re crying
You’re not crying
You’re crying
You’re not crying

I hear the shipwrecked angels
Through static on the wire
I feel the sun is rising
To fill our hearts with fire

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from Let The Music Speak For Itself, released May 12, 2023
Words by Bob Kettle & John Kettle Music by John Kettle

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Multi-award winning Merry Hell offer joyful, uplifting folk-rock, with a message for troubled times. Native to the North- West of England, the 8-piece musical charabanc was built from the embers of the much loved folk-punk band The Tansads, developing a life and feel all of its own. Through 6 albums and hundreds of gigs, they offer hope & light in our troubled times. ... more

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