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 Ed Pickford © prs

This is just a story old

Death & dust & lust for gold

With a hero brave & bold

Called ‘The Whistleblower’

Whistleblowers have no choice

Conscience makes them raise their voice

When they speak I say, “Rejoice”

For the whistleblower


Chorus:

Ludlow tents to Peterloo
Tyrants do what tyrants do

Only thing that brings them low

Is when they hear that whistle blow


Whistleblowers stand before

Hounds from Hell & dogs of war

Trained to guard with tooth & claw

Secrets of the schemers

They impale the truth by thorn

Nail the hands of those who warn

Treat all sacrifice with scorn

Crush the hopes of dreamers


Whistleblowers - sing out loud!

Wake the whole damn sleeping crowd

Truth will grow in soil you’ve ploughed

Where truth is a stranger

When the darkest arts of power

Bite the stem that holds the flower

Freedom needs the seeds you shower

When its life’s in danger


In a world controlled by knaves

Nothing’s clear and fear enslaves

Freedom sinks below the waves

Almost without knowing

Whistleblower we need you

Shake our chains to earth like dew

Speak for many ruled by few

Keep your whistle blowing


Ending:

Big coal big oil big this big that

Workers toil and cats get fat

When a hero smells a rat

You’ll hear that whistle blow


Whistleblower We Need You