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letra de the ballad of yorkley court - jimmy aldridge & sid goldsmith

until the fruits are owned by all the land itself by none

at yorkley court a disused colliery where root and branch have reclaimed industry
where free miners once dug the ground and warren james the fences downed
and the river severn wound it’s way down to the sea
there a band of dreamers did resolve to reawake winstanley’s dream of old
they built their homes from tin and wood and worked the wasteland best they could
and staked their claim on common good and no mans legal code

until the fruits are owned by all, the land itself by none

but then a local magnate posed a hitch, owning lands as far as severn bridge
and his jag of polished chrome and tailored suit from saville row
with yorkley court he hoped to grow his lordly acreage
with lawyer and with land agent in pay and knowledge of which laws this case would sway
he’d made his wealth from forest land as half the dean passed through his hands
had moneyed friends at his command to make things go his way

until the fruits are owned by all, the land itself by none

despite the fact no legal claim was found to bring yorkley under these mens bounds
the bailiffs came at break of day with hired goons kept their pay
but yorkley folk resolved to stay to stand and fight their ground
the hired men and troopers they were drove from off the farm and back onto the road
the dreamers then they blocked the gates with trucks to form a stalemate
and so both sides resolved to wait to see what would unfold
until the fruits are owned by all, the land itself by none

next day a crony meeting it was called under pretense the discord to resolve
the law and gentry took their seats, agent, magnate, the police
while woman, man and child of yorkley stood out in the cold
and next this case will come before the court and there we’ll see if justice can be bought
and so all you who’ll take a stand come spread these words like grains of sand
and keep within your hearts and hands the dream of yorkley court

until the fruits are owned by all, the land itself by none

since will the b-st-rd landed on this shore or british flags to foreign lands was bore
the gentry’s claim upon the land is but the weapons in their hands
the police are the cudgels and the club is all their law
and so the struggle ever carries on through dean, culloden back to bannockburn
for till we’ve downed each fence and wall then ne’er on earth will freedom rule
until the fruits are owned by all, the land itself by none
until the fruits are owned by all, the land itself by none

- jimmy aldridge sid goldsmith

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