Guy Fletcher - Raging Blaze Lyrics

The Dean is seated in the Vale
With many a pleasant view
Whatever ills our land assail
The villagers are true
True to their Country, and their Crown
And faithful to their King
Their friendship has for ages grown
There is no chance for "Swing"
For if the raging flames ascend, redden all the sky
The many there from end to end, to drain the river dry
The lovely lasses tripped along, the river stopped to gaze
Kissed their white hands, with them ran, to stop the Raging Blaze
And this shall long remembered be
When we are in the tomb
Our sons shall sing with ecstasy
They saved the widow's home
And if the raging flames ascend, Redden all the sky
The many there from end to end, to drain the river dry
The lovely lasses tripped along, the river stopped to gaze
Kissed their white hands, with them ran, to stop the Raging Blaze