Mam Tor. Your torso shivers As the backbone of our land, Under the weight Of a now plagued country. The old ways, Elsewhere long gone, Still linger in these parts. The ways of our people, Whose ancient mighty fort Crowned your glorious slopes And whose dead Dwell in your barrows. We will honour them Forever. We will hail your mighty heights And the caverns beneath. Those dark places That had carved out our ores. Mam Tor, in the High Peak! Celtic whispers still haunt, This windswept land, Of long endured winters. The spirit of our land Will never die. The spirit of the mountain is strong. Mam Tor, in the High Peak! Celtic whispers still haunt, This windswept land, Of long endured winters. Mam Tor. Mam Tor.