An ancient village on Salisbury Plain
\nA quiet little place
\nWhere the saddest refrain
\nCame from one Albert Nash
\nA Blacksmith who worked
\nWith clinker and ash<\/p>\n
With honourable clients
\nWanting his wares
\nHis forty year stint
\nWell nothing compares
\nTo the day the MOd
\nCame to his place
\nTold him to leave
\nAnd So they did chase<\/p>\n
Him off of his property
\nIt was like that
\nGet his coat and his hat
\nAnd just go
\nHe was at
\nHis lowest point ever
\nAnd soonest we hear
\nHis heart broke
\nAnd he died
\nCheerless poor dear<\/p>\n
The invasion of Europe
\nWas imminent and they
\nWanted somewhere
\nTo put the US troops
\nThe day
\nCame it was Imber
\nAll the people were told
\nTo get out to go
\nAnd Many were old<\/p>\n
They didnt get paid
\nAll their lifes work
\nThey lost
\nIt was their contribution
\nTo the war effort
\nTossed
\nIn the mix so to say
\nThese poor folk
\nHad to go
\nFrom the records 150
\nYou know<\/p>\n
After the war the MOD
\nDecided to keep Imber
\nEntirely Folk free
\nThey never came back
\nThey lost everything
\nThat was England for you
\nJust what they could bring<\/p>\n
A church and a chapel
\nAn Inn and a school
\nAnd cottages actually
\nLoved by them all
\nThe army demolished
\nMost of them they
\nHad the upper hand
\nat the end of the day<\/p>\n
Bell Inn, Imber Court two buildings
\nI hear
\nStill stand alone with the church
\nBut its clear
\nThey are in disrepair
\nAnd in so many ways
\nWarring had torn out the heart
\nAnd the days<\/p>\n
Left are just memories
\nAnd history
\nThe ghosts of the lost souls
\nThose who might still be
\nWandering aimlessly
\nStill in their spaces
\nThe injustice and artfulness
\nStill on their faces
\nWhere were the morals
\nPoor Albert Nash
\nA lifetime at the anvil
\nAnd treated like trash<\/p>\n
Surely a village close
\nLinked with those
\nTo the henge up the road
\nAnd the spirits that chose
\nTo walk back in history
\nBack to the times
\nWhen the Romans were present
\nAnd bards using rhymes<\/p>\n
To record all the mysteries
\nPenned them so we
\nThe so called new folk
\nAnd, the MOD
\nWith its secret ops
\nWith needs after all
\nThe villagers gone
\nAlong with the school<\/p>\n
Basically wiped off the face
\nOf the plain
\nIn the Domesday Book
\nBut wont surface again
\nIts been bombed at and shot at
\nAnd munitions no doubt
\nAre bound to be
\nLying just lying about.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
An ancient village on Salisbury Plain A quiet little place Where the saddest refrain Came from one Albert Nash A Blacksmith who worked With clinker and ash With honourable clients Wanting his wares His forty year stint Well nothing compares … Continue reading