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Peter Raeney

Peter Raeney is the true story of the descent into madness of a farm labourer of that name.
Peter Raeney is the true story of the descent into madness of a farm labourer of that name. In 1814 he stood at the altar of Dronfield church waiting for his bride to be, Mary Jones, the daughter of the local landowner. Sadly, she was marrying someone else, somewhere else. When Peter heard the news, he ran two miles back to his mother's house at Woodseats, which is now in the south-west of Sheffield. Entering the house he smashed a hole in the ceiling, climbed up and hid there, refusing to come out. He was still there 14 years later, when two travellers came looking for the famous "Maniac of Woodseats". Peter was found crouched under the roof, utterly unkempt, and with atrophied muscles from having sat in the same position for so long. When asked the cause of his distress Peter answered, "No greater grief, no mickle pain, than for to love and not be loved again". The travellers published a pamphlet with a drawing of Peter that you can see on the cover. The story was published in Active8 and Dronfield Eye magazines in 2012. As I live on what could easily have been the site of Peter's cottage, I couldn't not write the song. 
Andy Whitehouse, 2016.

lyrics

Peter Raeney 
Peter Raeney, lost his heart and his mind 
He's standing at the alter of Dronfield church, waiting for his bride 
Mary Jones, but she has been untrue 
She's gone forever into another man's arms, not even a word to you. 

No greater grief, no mickle pain than for to love, and not be loved again, 
Peter Raeney 

He has run, all down the Sheffield road 
Red faced with shame, crying her name, heart breaking with the load 
Of shattered dreams. Now he's hiding in the eves 
Refusing to speak, refusing to eat, refusing to ever leave 

No greater grief, no mickle pain than for to love and not be loved again, 
Peter Raeney 

And there he's hid for fourteen years 
Staring into the darkness, blinded by his tears. 
Chained to heartbreak, so tight he cannot move 
His body is still breathing but his heart has died for love 

No greater grief, no mickle pain than for to love and not be loved again, 
Peter Raeney.

credits

released June 22, 2016 
Words and music: Andy Whitehouse 
Arranged: The band