After about 40 years of keeping a trusty eye on the Industrial Fells, the bronze of Edwin Waugh has been nicked. It’s been ripped from it’s mounts in the last 2 weeks, (Between 3/6/06 & 17/6/06) any info is welcome.
Edwin’s Been Nicked
After about 40 years of keeping a trusty eye on the Industrial Fells, the bronze of Edwin Waugh has been nicked. It’s been ripped from it’s mounts in the last 2 weeks, (Between 3/6/06 & 17/6/06) any info is welcome.
What a pathetic crime. What borough does this fall into; Rochdale? I’ll alert my colleagues in the relevant newspaper if they don’t already know about it.
Sing, hey for the moorlands, wild lonely, and stern,
Where the moss creepeth softly all under the fern;
Where the heather-flower sweetens the lone highland lea,
And the mountain winds whistle so fresh and so free!
I’ve wondered o’er landscapes embroidered with flowers,
The richest, the rarest, in greenest of bowers,
Where the throstle’s sweet vesper, at summer’s day close,
Shook the coronel dews on the rim of the rose;
But, oh for the hills where the heather-cock springs
From his nest in the bracken, with dew on his wings!
Sing, hey for the moorlands
II
I’ve lingered by streamlets that water green plains,
I’ve mused in the sunlight of shady old lanes.
Where the mild breath of evening came sweetly and slow
From green nooks where bluebells and primroses grow;
But, oh the wild hills that look up to the skies,
Where the green bracken wave to the wind as it flies!
Sing, hey for the moorlands
III
Away with the pride and the fume of the town,
And give me a lodge in the heatherland brown;
Oh there, to the schemes of the city unknown,
Let me wander with freedom and nature, alone;
Where wild hawks with glee on the hurricane sail,
And the mountain crags thrill to the rush of the gale!
Sing, hey for the moorlands!
IV
In glens which resound to the waterfall’s song,
My spirit shall play the wild echoes among:
I’d climb the dark steep to my lone mountain home,
And, heartsome and poor, o’er the solitude roam:
And the keen winds that harp on the heathery lea
Should sing the grand anthem of freedom to me!
Sing, hey for the moorlands!
He’s apparently been handed in to the local rozzers. God only knows when he’ll be “remounted”. Ooer.
Thank the lord!!!!
Residing in Melbourne, Australia I am a descendant of the WAUGH family of Rochdale, to which I have been twice. Is Edwin back at the well, I’m sure his missing his drink? Pls advise AussieAnne