Continuing from my previous blog on the Hill of The Pixies in Macclesfield from Doug Pickford`s book:
“ ..I have referred in previous books to other beliefs in fairies that abounded around Macclesfield, and reported on the sighting of one such creature early in the 20th century at Wincle, but since then I have come across another sighting of those small people who once occupied the area around Pex Hill, although this time it was at Hurdsfield. The story goes like this. At one time the Britannia Inn at Hurdsfield was a private school for girls and, according to the Macclesfield Courier of 1816, it was also the sight where three girls( it is not clear whether they were pupils of the school or not) witnessed a strange event that was reported to the local constabulary.
The girls were Mary Cope, Mary Hulley and Rosalinda Gordon, who, it was related, were walking towards Rainow at about 6pm on a Thursday evening in May. For some reason they sat on the wall of a garden opposite the school and one, Mary Cope, shouted for others to look at `that strange rabbit in among the seedlings`. They did so and were amazed at what they saw: a group of small people, no larger than rabbits.` There were 13 of these small people, and they were holding hands while dancing in a circle. The girls watched in amazement until the other Mary shouted something which startled them and they all scampered away. The trio ran away and came across the local sergeant and related their sighting to him. What action he took is not reported". (1)
1. D. Pickford Macclesfield Mysterious and Macabre p. 185.
HOAGY CARMICHAEL/GEORGE HARRISON
HONG KONG BLUES
Its the story of a very unfortunate coloured man
Who got arrested down in old hong kong
He got twenty years privilege taken away from him
When he kicked old buddhas gong
And now hes poppin the piano just to raise the
Price
Of a ticket to the land of the free
Well, he says his homes in frisco where they
Send the rice
But its really in tennessee
Thats why he says
I need someone to love me
Need somebody to carry me home to san
Francisco
And bury my body there
I need someone to lend me a fifty-dollar bill
And then
Ill leave hong kong far behind me
For happiness once again
Wont somebody believe
Ive a yen to see that bay again
Everytime I try to leave
Sweet opium wont let me fly away
I need someone to love me
Need somebody to carry me home to san
Francisco
And bury my body there
Thats the story of a very unfortunate coloured man
Who got arrested down in old hong
kong
He got twenty years privilege taken away from him
When he kicked old buddhas gong
Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/g/george_harrison
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