In Kent, October 1858, a thunderstorm caused the Medway to burst its banks at the village of Hadlow.
In the flodd, a wooden bridge was washed away, just as thirty Gypsy and Irish hop-pickers were crossing in horse-drawn carts.
The victims’ bodies washed up at Golden Green, and were buried in Hadlow Churchyard.
This song is powerful reminder of human frailty to elemental power.
Hops, water and death make a rare strong song.
lyrics
Now seven and thirty strangers, a-hopping they had been,
They were ployed by mr Cox's, oh near old Golden green,
It was in the Parish of Hadlow, that’s near old Tonbridge town,
They heard the screams of those poor souls,
When they were going down.
Now some were men and women, and others girls and boys,
They kept in contract with the bridge, till the horses they took shy,
They kept in contract with the bridge, but the horses they took shy,
They heard the screams of those poor souls, when they were going down.
Now some were men and women, and others girls and boys,
They were ployed by mr Cox's, oh near old golden green,
It were in the parish of Hadlow, that’s near old Tonbridge town,
That’s where they laid all those poor souls, after they were drowned.
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this is one of the most beautiful collections of music I've heard in a very long time. every song draws your attention - don't plan on doing anything else while you listen. more please 🙏 kimmcb
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I usually haaaate autotune voices, but done this way it's brilliant. When enough craftsmanship is used. Hard to pick a favourite from this great album. One of my favourites of the year! soundofperpetualastonishment
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Nick, grand tunes! What are you thinking of calling your next record? Best wishes, Jos
PS. You should tell that John Dipper to reform ‘Os with you. He doesn’t seem to have anything else to do. J K Parsons