This is a song about old Percy who lived in Deepdale and used to swoop down the lanes on his old boneshaker with his black coat  flapping behind him like a huge carrion crow on wheels. He would push  the bike back home from the pub using it as a prop to keep him upright . One night he and the bike parted and Percy fell over only yards from his cottage and despite the alchohol Alas Percy died from frostbite.

Owd Percy stood fast with his back to the fire
to fill up with ale was his burning desire
outside stood his bicycle propped agin 't wall
United we stand-divided we fall.
Ch.
United we stand divided we fall
United we stand divided we fall
Its every night you can hear his voice call
United we stand divided we fall.


He'd roll it back home at the end of the night
it'd rattle oer 't cobbles with the stars shining bright
the folks in their beds would awake to his call
United we stand-divided we fall.

Through yellowgill dark where spirit folk play
and the ghosts of the dead hover grimly and grey
he'd roll the old bike without fear or appall
United we stand -divided we fall.

Then rolling past Greenwell with welcoming light
and up into Deepdale his cottage in sight
the owls would hoot down from the larches so tall
United we stand-divided we fall.

The snow started falling as he came to his gate
but his boots lost their grip on the loose limestone slate
The bike and he parted , he fell to the floor
United we stand-divided we fall.

The light snow kept falling so silent and white.
twas near level deep in the dawns mournfull  light
owd Percy lay cold in the lee of the wall
United we stand-divided we fall

If your walking through 'Yellowgill late in the night
where the stars cannot shine and the moon gives no light
 you may hear the bike rattle and hear the voice call
United we stand-divided we fall.©mike locke

MPL.