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The Ballad of Bill Posters  (c)

by Paul Gill and Becky Taylor

On every street corner they spell out his name,
And the boarded shop windows all herald his fame.
That they'll catch him and bring him to justice they claim;
Bill Posters is that man.

At the scope of his mischief we only can guess,
And he's no need to hide as they can't put a face
To the acts of defiance we read in the press;
They'll never take our man.

He was out with Ned Ludd, Captain Swing and the rest;
At Hyde Park and Trafalgar he has stood with the best;
He was there when the strikers were put to the test
Bill Posters was that man.

Making deals with the bosses, its alright for some
But when the course of talks and enquiries have run
And its actions not words that'll get the job done
Bill Posters he's your man

And its only the rich men he does any harm
As he walks their estates, pheasants under each arm,
Or tickles the trout from the private fish farm;
Bill Posters is that man.

He's the brick through their window the car overturned
Where was he the night Windsor Castle was burned?
He will carry the fight on until they have learned
From Bill Posters, our man

To hurl at the smug politicians who stand up
And promise the Earth, whilst flogging the land;
Bill Posters is that man

An industrial Robin Hood wielding a wrench,
He'll disable the digger and take down the fence.
If its criminal damage with moral intent,
Bill Posters he's your man

Our Bill, well he'll give it his very best shot
To bring down the rich, to get rid of the lot.
A saint, a hero, a martyr he's not,
He's Bill Posters, our man

You've heard of his name, now you've heard of his deeds,
Of more people like Bill the world has a need.
Its time for us all to take up the creed
Of Bill Posters, our man.

Copyright 1997 Paul Gill/Becky Taylor

Teguin - Lullaby - Moon beams  (c)

I'm calling you
I'm calling you in
All of you
Gather in me
Sweet children
I'm calling you, all of you
I'm in love with all of you
It's time to go to sleep

Moon Beams
& sweet smalling flowers
Wild running horses
On water you can sail away

Sleep sweet child, sleep
Close your eyes
With wild running horses
On water you can sail away

Re-Tort ? ! (c)

Friends, humans, countryfolk, Lend us your ears;
We come to change our Government, Not to praise it;
To disempower the shirking element Who on their backsides sit,
While gathering our taxes Who say they're doing their bit.

Our Environment was heaven-sent, Did you see where it went?
It must be bent, It must be negligent On the part of the Government
To authorise so much harm To this world which has such charm!

So while the Government continues To fail to provide the resources we need
To prevent this suicide, We'll pay no more tax-revenue
To continue down this avenue Of destruction and disaster
They're the servant, We're the master!

It's illegal to pay a servant To commit a negligent act.
The Government are civil-servants; We, their masters pay them,

That's where it's at!

So it's illegal to pay a tax To this Government that's lax
In it's duty of care For the Environment we all must share!

Because the common-law says You must be careful in your ways
Not to injure your neighbour: A clean Environment we need
To sow our daily seed,
And a World without health Is a world without wealth!

The common-law is what we see Will make good our Common-Plea;
We'll work together you and I For a Clean Earth & Sea & Sky!

Assault is the threat of physical harm; Battery is to inflict it.
Mental-suffering speaks for itself False-imprisonment? - We're in it!

So we'll cure these Environmental warts
With Judicious use of the Law of Torts;
And in conjunction with the rules of Equity
Now we'll make this knowledge free!
Healthy changes then we'll see!

Yes the common-law banner Is the very spanner
To throw in the workings Of the elements in our society
Who somewhat lacking in sobriety
Are negligent in their duty of care For the Environment we almost share.

The Law of Torts ruse Is what we are going to use
To cure these Environmental Blues,
(To blow our Tortuous Government's fuse?) We are sick of this abuse!

If an act of Parliament is Against common-right or Reason
Even shown to be near Treason Then the common-law will control such an ac t
And judge it to be Void.

You Law Lords in our House of Lords Must force negligent companies
To cease their pollution immediately And to use the confiscated property
For the benefit of our Ecology!

Yes, the collectors of tax Have been getting very lax
Upon the peoples' backs, Regardez-vous the cracks In the makeup!

If this country went to war Of resources we'd want no more,
Yet the sickness from pollution Needs a grand solution,
Resources at least as great To save us from this fate!

So we will pay no more tax Until the Government acts
To facilitate the Nation's Environment salvation
Only true respect for Creation Will save us from damnation!

Yes only true respect for Creation Will save us from damnation
Leave the commercial trance Enter Mother Nature's dance.
Hell hath no fury Like a woman scorned Mother Earth the judge and jury
With trees her Crown adorned!

So now that we may use The resources we need to choose
To redress the balance between The order and the Chaos that we've seen-

Before Earth's Spirit's all burned, Her gifts gratuitously spurned
We'll take the lessons we have learned And create the World for which we' ve yearned.

If you can call yourself a blade, Then live for Mother Nature's glade; Trees infused with Sunlight- Useless fears from peers take flight!

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