Little Country Inn On The Hill 1937 Annette Mills

Dr. Pitt-Payne in London UK - 25 Jan 2003

Listen while I tell you a story
of the good old days as they used to be,
when songs were songs like "Annie Laurie,"
and the ale was ale, as it ought to be.

At the little country inn on the hill,
with the little flower pots on the sill,
you would find a cosy bar,
and the barmaid
served you with the beer that her pa made.
At the little country inn on the hill,
they would gladly chalk it up on the bill;
it was surely worth the climb,
for they had no closing time
at the little country inn on the hill.
There was dancing and singing,
and scraping on the fiddles,
and old Farmer Giles saying:
"Politics is riddles."
We all felt grand
as we went home arm in arm,
the home brewed ale never did us any harm.
Now there's nothing at the top of the hill,
but the buzzing of a roadmaker's drill.
Tho' it vanished long ago,
in my dreams I often go
to the little country inn on the hill.

At the little country inn on the hill,
with the little flower pots on the sill,
you would find a cosy bar,
and the barmaid
served you with the beer that her pa made.
At the little country inn on the hill,
Uncle Joe would wander in from the mill,
and he always won our hearts,
when he tried his hand at darts,
for he always scored the same, doublenil.
Then we all gather round
just to watch the village bobby,
so darned hard to beat,
for shovehapenny was his hobby,
till old John Peel blew a warning on his horn,
"Don't be late for the hunting in the morn."
When the stars are shining bright on the hill,
and the echo of a song lingers still.
Ev'ry time the daylight ends,
I remember absent friends
and the little country inn on the hill.

Ev'rybody seems to be singing
of the modern times and the modern ways.
Yet still somehow my heart is clinging
to the things I loved in the days gone by.

At the little country inn on the hill,
with the little flower pots on the sill,
you would find a cosy bar,
and the barmaid
served you with the beer that her pa made.
At the little country inn on the hill,
they would gladly chalk it up on the bill;
it was surely worth the climb,
for they had no closing time
at the little country inn on the hill.
There was dancing and singing,
and scraping on the fiddles,
and old Farmer Giles saying:
"Politics is riddles."
We all felt grand
as we went home arm in arm,
the home brewed ale never did us any harm.
Now there's nothing at the top of the hill,
but the buzzing of a roadmaker's drill.
Tho' it vanished long ago,
in my dreams I often go
to the little country inn on the hill.

At the little country inn on the hill,
with the little flower pots on the sill,
you would find a cosy bar,
and the barmaid
served you with the beer that her pa made.
At the little country inn on the hill,
Uncle Joe would wander in from the mill,
and he always won our hearts,
when he tried his hand at darts,
for he always scored the same, doublenil.
Then we all gather round
just to watch the village bobby,
so darned hard to beat,
for shovehapenny was his hobby,
till old John Peel blew a warning on his horn,
"Don't be late for the hunting in the morn."
When the stars are shining bright on the hill,
and the echo of a song lingers still.
Ev'ry time the daylight ends,
I remember absent friends
and the little country inn on the hill.

Soft karaoke
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Little Country Inn On The Hill 1937 Annette Mills
Music by Annette Mills
Lyrics - Annette Mills and Fred Ellis
copyright MCMXXXVII Campbell, Connelly and Co.Ltd. UK
sequence and karaoke by Dr. Pitt-Payne in London UK
on Saturday 25 January 2003 at 12.28
in association with Doug Grierson
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Annette Mills brought the Charleston to the UK in 1927
and was the first woman to dance the steps in public.
Later on she was beloved by many children who watched
the early days of BBC TV when she presented
'Muffin The Mule' every Sunday afternoon.
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