Ned Ludd Part 1 (Inclosure) - Steeleye Span

Ye commons lay free in rude rags of nature

Ye brown heaths be clothed in furs as ye be

My wild eye in rapture adores every feature

Ye are dear as this heart in my bosom to me

O native endearments I would not forsake the

I would not forsake thee for sweetest of scenes

For sweetest of gardens that nature could make me

I would not forsake thee, dear valleys and greens

The injured filds that once were gay

Whre nature’s hand displayed

Long waving rows of willows gray

And clumps of hawthorn shade

Though nature ne’er dropped thee a cloud resting mountain

Nor waterfalls tumble their music so free

Had nature denied ye a bush, tree, or fountain

Ye still had been loved, loved as an Eden by me

But now, alas, your hawthorn bowers

All desolate we see

The spoilers' axe their shade devours

And cuts down every tree