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GLADMAN wrote:
"He said "All this land is my master's"
At that I stood shaking my head
No man has the right to own mountains
Any more than the deep ocean bed"
Ewan MacColl
Ah! Ewan MacColl so loved the mountains, fells and hills. Here's the last verse of his song "Joy of Living" - written when he knew his life was coming to an end.
"Take me to some high place of heather, rock and ling
Scatter my dust and ashes, feed me to the wind
So that I will be part of all you see, the air you are
breathing
I'll be part of the curlew's cry and the soaring hawk
The blue milkwort and the sundew hung with diamonds
I'll be riding the gentle wind that blows through your
hair
Reminding you how we shared
In the joy of living"
Some things cannot be bought at any price.
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