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Ballad of the Little Count

 

Lyrics

The miners called you a canny old man
As through the Durham lanes ye’d gan
Three foot three from your head to your feet
Swallowed up in the bustling streets

"I’d dance and skip and play
On my fiddle and guitar all day
Across the vales and dales
My peacock’s feathers I’d display"

And you could play on the violin
A tune to rise above the din
Or pluckin’ away on your wee guitar
With a song from lands afar

"And I’d never forget my roots
The springs that ran through my boots
In my mind and ear and eyes
And in my native skies"

Oh Little Count oh Little Count
It’s the size of a heart that really counts
Oh Little Count oh Little Count
You knocked the small-brained out for the count

"For Poland was my cradle
England is my nest
And Durham is the quiet place
Where my weary bones shall rest"

You courted danger in the Courts of Kings
Charmed the women and made them sing
Right across Europe you danced your jig
You’d even get a tune from a pig

"I’d flit from Court to Court
And mingle with every sort
From Kings and Queens to Pawns
Whatever the morning spawned"

Oh Little Count oh Little Count
It’s the size of a heart that really counts
Oh Little Count oh Little Count
You knocked the small-brained out for the count

"For Poland was my cradle
England is my nest
And Durham is the quiet place
Where my weary bones shall rest"

"And the women I’d admire
Wherever I found the fire
I chased their skirts and their smiles
For all my livelong miles"

Oh Little Count oh Little Count
It’s the size of a heart that really counts
Oh Little Count oh Little Count
You knocked the small-brained out for the count

"For Poland was my cradle
England is my nest
And Durham is the quiet place
Where my weary bones shall rest"

From Poland to Durham you found your way
And there you stayed till your dying day
At the ripe old age of 98
You joined the small-fry at Heaven’s Gate

"For Poland was my cradle
England is my nest
And Durham is the quiet place
Where my weary bones shall rest"

"For Poland was my cradle
England is my nest
And Durham is the quiet place
Where my weary bones shall rest"

(lyrics: Keith Armstrong / music: Gary Miller)


© 1995 Whippet Records

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Releases (on Whippet Records unless otherwise stated)


Original Studio Version

Bleeding Sketches

CD / Cassette (WPTCD13 / WPTC13) 1995