The Voices of Wembury

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The Voices of Wembury

 

In 1855 at Exeter Assizes, Lieutenant Nathaniel Barwell of Wembury House sued his neighbour, James Lockyer of South Wembury, over a strip of land and a wall that blocked a long-used shortcut. The court heard testimony from villagers who swore the ground was private and others who claimed it was public. After heated argument and a flood of witnesses, the jury stopped the judge and found in favour of Barwell. Just days earlier, Barwell’s wife Susan had collapsed and died suddenly after leaving church, casting a shadow over his victory.     ( The Weight of Stone song reflects this episode )

[Verse 1]
The gavel falls in Exeter, the jury takes its stand  
Barwell claims a strip of earth, a wall across the land  
Lockyer speaks for village ways, the path the people knew  
The witnesses are waiting now, their stories breaking through  

[Chorus]
We are the voices of Wembury  
We testify, we swear  
Whose land, whose right, whose memory  
The voices still are there  

 

[Verse 2]
Reverend Middleton lifts his hand, “The ground was always his”  
Andrew nods, and Bews confirms, “He sealed it with a wall of stone and will”  
Elizabeth Parson, Fanny Avant, the faithful servants speak  
Hockaday and Webb and Aldgate say, “Private ground indeed”  

[Chorus]
We are the voices of Wembury  
We testify, we swear  
Whose land, whose right, whose memory  
The voices still are there  

[Verse 3]
Richard Anthony rises up, “The way was open wide”  
Mary Kingston, Charles Kingcome call, “The folk could walk inside”  
Mary Seppings, Peter Loye, the names like echoes fall  
Phillip Leonard swears aloud, “It’s freedom for us all”  


Hockaday, Kingcome, Avant, Seppings  
Webb and Anthony, Middleton, Kingston  
Aldgate, Loye,  the names collide  
Voices rising, side by side  

[Chorus ]
We are the voices of Wembury  
We testify, we swear  
The jury speaks for Barwell’s claim  
The voices still are there  

[Outro]
In court, in lane, by hedge and stone  
The echoes travel on their own  
We are the voices of Wembury  
The voices still are there