© 2018 by Zingaro Blue

The Ballad of Amos Beamish

Written by Mario Price & Lesley Neesham

Facts

This is a true story based on 'The Giant of Barnby' and the great train disaster of 1891, which happened just behind Mario's and Lesley's house in Barnby.

Seemingly Amos Beamish had a large family and his brother lived in that very same house over a hundred years ago.

Amos is buried in the church of St. Mary's along with his wife, however his gravestone is nowhere to be seen.

Neighbours Verna & Michael instigated the song by telling Mario & Lesley the story in 2016 and here is the result ;)

In old Barnby town

Off England's rugged east coast

There once lived a giant

So the old folk would boast

And he did the chores of a hundred men or more

as he worked for the rich and was kind to the poor

 

He sailed the rough seas in his black weathered coat

The hatch ways enlarged on the modified boat

And as strong as an ox he was challenged by many poor soul

And the loads that he carried weighed 60 odd stone

 

In the churchyard of St. John (ghost like voices speak as one)

His presence fills the air (of the things they've left undone)

Calm and peaceful like a prayer (but their lonely souls are gone)

Does anybody care (is there anybody there)

 

On a cold Christmas Eve in the dead of the night

1891 and a sound as if lightening strikes

The snow falling down on the train wreckage site

And the groans of the people who lay buried alive

 

Some say he descended to those who were in need

And Just like an angel he did good his deed.

For he saved many men on that terrible Day

Just a handful were killed who he gently carried away

In the churchyard of St. John (ghost like voices speak as one)

His presence fills the air (of the things they've left undone)

Calm and peaceful like a prayer (but their lonely souls are gone)

Does anybody care (is there anybody there)

Their bodies were laid in the tavern close by

And even today you can hear the swan cry

As they still call for help from the local young swain

And Giant Amos Beamish that was his name

 

In the churchyard of St John (where his body rests in peace)

Where the church bell still rings ( a melody since 1453)

And a choir of angels sings (a song to serenade his dreams)

For the good soul resting there (is there anyone who cares) 2x

The gravestone of Harry John the driver of the locomotive.