To the tune of "It Came Upon the Midnight Clear", with apologies to Edmund Sears and Sir Arthur Sullivan

They can’t put zip wires o’er Thirlmere,
The vision turns us cold.
Of people flying through the sky
And tightening their hold!
Peace in the Lakes, we should expect,
And planning rules agree!
This valley is a special place,
“Don’t spoil it” is our plea.

Straight through the cloven skies they’d come
The peaceful skies despoiled
Excited screams would surely pierce
Through all the weary world;
Above the sad and damaged lake
They’d slide on whining lines.
Destroying peace we all believe,
Tranquillity defines.

Yet with the woes of sin and strife
The Lakes can calm us down;
Immersed in all this peace and quiet
Soothes every care and frown;
And man, up in the air, hears not
This glory on his ride:
O hush the noise, ye men on wires,
And hear that countryside.

For lo! the days are hastening on,
For us to make our mark,
Object to this outrageous plan,
By writing to the Park;
They need to know how strong we feel,
That we believe we’re right,
And you’ll find all the facts you need
By visiting this site: