Nowells Nowells

The First “No Well”, the Angels did say
Was to certain poor frackers in fields as they lay
In fields where they lay with pockets so deep
Hoping the people would sta-ay asleep.
No Wells, No Wells, No Wells, No Wells
Cuadrilla don’t have a hope in hell!

They paid right up and made some PR
That came from the South beyond them far
And in the North they spread much rubbish
And so it continued both day and night.
No Wells, No Wells, No Wells, No Wells
Cuadrilla don’t have a hope in hell!

And by the light of that same star
The Nanas came from near and far
To sleep in fields within their tents
And to stop Cuadrilla wherever they went.
No Wells, No Wells, No Wells, No Wells
Cuadrilla don’t have a hope in hell!

The Nanas drew nigh to the northwest
And at PNR they took their rest
And there they did both pause and stay
All o’er the field to Frankie’s dismay.
No Wells, No Wells, No Wells, No Wells
Cuadrilla don’t have a hope in hell!

Then to the court went a nana free
To tell the judge she’d make no plea
And offered there in his presence
her words, her truth and her common sense.
No Wells, No Wells, No Wells, N oWells
Cuadrilla don’t have a hope in hell!

Then let us all with one accord
protect the Fylde, by us adored
They value Heaven and earth at nought
but not by the frackers can it be bought.
No Wells, No Wells, No Wells, No Wells
Cuadrilla don’t have a hope in hell!