I bloody love this song & I’d love to cover it. D’you reckon Rod would mind!😁

''The Ballad of Nancy Camel''


At the turn of the 18th Century,
By the foot of the Mendip Hills,
In the place that they call Sheeptown,
Was the deal of all deals,
Nancy Camel was her name,
And drinking was her game,
In a hovel off the market square,
She would put the men to shame,

Some say she was a banshee,
Some say she was a crone,
Because she never took a husband,
And cause she lived alone,
 
Nancy Camel, Nancy Camel, Nancy Camel,
 
They banished her from town,
When her drinking got no good,
She lived in a cave with her mule and cart under shelter of Ham Wood,
 
Some say she was a hag,
Some say she was a witch,
They said she rode with the devil,
And ended in Hell’s ditch,
 
Nancy Camel, Nancy Camel, Nancy Camel,
 
It was in the midst of Winter in 1703,
The month of November not long after Halloween,
A tempest was raging and sulpher filled the air,
The parish church it nearly fell into the market square,
The Devil was is Shepton,
And he was looking for his own,
He went straight to the woods and the cavern home,
Of the wizened old crone,
 
Some say she sold her soul,
Some say she made a pact,
That she was never seen again,
Remains the only fact
 
Nancy Camel, Nancy Camel, God rest you


Ballad of Nancy Camel by Rodney Allen

The Somerset Songbook

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