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Mam Tor.

Your torso shivers

As the backbone of our land,

Under the weight

Of a now plagued country.

The old ways,

Elsewhere long gone,

Still linger in these parts.

The ways of our people,

Whose ancient mighty fort

Crowned your glorious slopes

And whose dead

Dwell in your barrows.

We will honour them

Forever.

We will hail your mighty heights

And the caverns beneath.

Those dark places

That had carved out our ores.

Mam Tor, in the High Peak!

Celtic whispers still haunt,

This windswept land,

Of long endured winters.

The spirit of our land

Will never die.

The spirit of the mountain is strong.

Mam Tor, in the High Peak!

Celtic whispers still haunt,

This windswept land,

Of long endured winters.

Mam Tor. Mam Tor.