A song about my home town of Middleton, near Manchester. The locals would hide their cheeses, in the banks of the river and pond, to avoid paying the tax. A practice also carried out in Wiltshire so I’m told:
The big full moon shines bright, gonna catch that moon tonight.
It’s Part of a plan, to avoid the excise man.
Chorus: we’re raking, raking, raking the moon, raking the moon.
The waters still and calm, surely there’s no harm.
To hide a cheese or two, avoid the excise due.
The bailiff he came by, stopped to question why.
You’re there rake in hand, you and your merry band.
Now by way of a reply, you look to the moon and sigh
Saying I’m but a simple man, gonna catch the moon if I can
This story is legend round here, and in the moonlight clear.
They still hide a cheese or two, avoid the excise due.
George Whitfield – Accordion
Paul – Guitars, Banjo, Mandolin & Vocals