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The White Lady of Masson Hill (Prospect Tower)
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Once upon a winter’s night,
Under moonlit cover,
A local lass climbed Masson Hill,
To meet her secret lover.
They planned to meet upon the tower,
Then run away that night,
But as she reached the colder heights
The frost began to bite.
She waited, as the snowflakes fell,
Where could her lover be?
Well, he was in the tavern,
With a tankard on his knee.
Whilst she was freezing on the hill,
He drank and fell asleep
The snow became a blizzard
Drifting round the tower deep.
Next morning, as the man awoke
His memory returned
He dashed off through the snow drifts,
Now worried, now concerned.
But as he reached the tower top,
He saw a dreadful sight
His lover standing deathly still,
Had frozen overnight.
And now each year, At Halloween,
If snow falls on this hill,
You may just see her on this tower
Waiting for him still.
Written and performed by David A Thornton
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Tommy's Last Climb (Wolfe's View)
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When battles rage across our land,
All men must soldiers be,
Prepared to fight for our beliefs,
For monarch and country.
And so it was in World War One,
When soldiers stationed near,
Kept their ammunition,
In the caves and caverns here,
One wet and stormy Halloween
Young Soldier Tommy Stout,
Set out to climb this muddy slope,
And carry orders out.
Climbing up the steepest bank,
Towards where you stand now,
Instructed to bring bullets back
Despite the storm somehow.
Tommy knew he must succeed,
He’d almost reached the top,
When a flash of sudden lighting
Brought the soldier to a stop.
The Lightning split a nearby tree,
Which crashed onto the ground
And rolled towards the soldier
Causing mud to swirl around.
Poor Tommy didn’t stand a chance,
Flattened by the tree,
Leaving just his rifle on the slope
For all to see.
Though many came to find him,
His body was not found,
So somewhere, deep within the mud,
He’s still here underground.
Written and performed by David A Thornton
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Naughty Ned (Adventure Playground)
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Naughty Ned, Got out of Bed
Late every single day,
He’d never listen to his Mum
Or do a thing she’d say.
He kicked and screamed and shouted,
And then when he was done,
He terrorised his neighbours with his
slimy stink-bomb gun.
At school he was no better,
He bullied, punched and stole,
On-line he was even worse,
A rotten nasty troll.
“You will come to a sticky end”
His grandma said one day,
But Naughty Ned thought better,
And he always got his way.
On his sister’s birthday,
He put cat food in her bed,
And smashed up all her presents,
Then he locked her in the shed.
The family planned a nice day out,
They’d go to Matlock Bath,
But Ned had plans to ruin it,
And went on the war path.
He pushed past all the children,
on the giant playground slide,
knocking parents over,
As he rushed to take his ride.
Little girls were crying,
As he punched, and shoved and swore
He was going on that slide
At least ten times or more.
But parents watched in disbelief,
As Ned slid down the slide,
The ground below just opened up
and swallowed him inside.
Written and performed by David A Thornton
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Rumbling Roop (Vista Patio Mine Shaft)
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Rumbling Roop was a miner,
He worked in the lead mines right here,
From the age of 6 to 35,
He dug in these caverns each year.
Poor Roop wasn’t paid that much money,
A couple of pennies, or so,
But he loved working here with his brothers,
And loved eating food don’t you know?
His mum was a cook up at Chatsworth,
She pinched a few cakes every week,
Then popped them in Roops’ little snap tin
To eat in the mines on his break.
By the time of his 35th birthday,
Roop was a quite portly chap,
Fatter than all t’other miners,
Chubby, beneath his flat cap.
Hi tummy would rumble like crazy,
So he ate even more every day,
His workmates said, “Roop’s always eating,
He’ll explode in the mines!” They would say.
Then one day, after his mother,
Stole a huge chocolate cake full of fudge,
Roop slipped and got stuck in the caverns,
Trapped there, he just couldn’t budge.
They tried to use pullies and donkeys,
To haul the poor lad safely free
But Roop, well he just wasn’t moving,
He’s still there, between you and me.
The miners have long since departed,
Replaced by the tourists and show,
But sometimes, you still hear him rumble,
From deep in the shaft down below.
Written and performed by David A Thornton
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The Matlock Lynx (Amphitheatre)
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Once upon some years ago,
A Zoo! On yonder hill,
Full of wild exotics,
And a famous Lynx, until…
This Wild Cat escaped one night,
And terrorised the town,
Eating all the farmers sheep,
And deer owned by the crown.
A local group of village folk,
With pitchforks, nets and sticks,
Set out to catch the wild cat,
And stop his wicked tricks.
On Masson Hill, under the moon,
They waited for the beast,
To drag him back up to the Zoo
So he could be released.
A brave and strong young fellow,
By the name of Billy Peck,
Jumped upon the creature,
But it turned and bit his neck.
Young Bill was carried down the slope,
But late next afternoon,
There was a transformation,
At the rising of the moon.
Thick hairs grew upon his hands,
Lynx ears on his head,
He howled and bent his arching back,
His eyes turned fiery red.
His teeth grew long and pointed,
Nails turned into claws,
He jumped out of the window
And raced off on the moors.
The wild cat was never caught,
And Billy never found,
So take care here at Halloween
You may see them around.
Written and performed by David A Thornton