Rampisham Down

Dear Mark
Saw these on my travels and thought of you …
T doing better, I think: they’re not telling me much
We both hope the new job’s going well
Must dash, to catch the post
With love
Eight miles north-west of Dorchester
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On the high chalk land where the Romans were
Upon Rampisham Down
Oh, twenty-six iron giants stand
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With a great cats' cradle in their hands
Upon Rampisham Down
Oh, upon Rampisham Down
Here the news comes in and the news goes out
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And the world will hear what it’s all about
Upon Rampisham Down
Oh, someone’s bleeding on foreign soil
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Was it right and proper? Was it good black oil?
Upon Rampisham Down
Oh, upon Rampisham Down
Barbed wire can’t keep a signal out
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Soon the whispered word’s a global shout!
Upon Rampisham Down
And when the world looks dark as it sometimes will
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Then look to the giants on the high chalk hill
Upon Rampisham Down
Oh, upon Rampisham Down
And when the world seems dark as it sometimes must
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We’ll broadcast till our giants rust …
Upon Rampisham Down
Oh, upon Rampisham Down
Oh, upon Rampisham Down