This song is a biography of Carey's maternal Grandfather who worked in the mines all his life. At 4ft 11" tall he tended the ponies ,mainly at Bentinck Colliery in Kirkby in Ashfield. A fascinating man, musician, pigeon fancier. Once a year the ponies would be released for the ' Pit holidays' , a major attraction for the people of the town as they ran free.
lyrics
Tiny Giant (Carey)
Our Grandad's name was David Hind,
He was an Ostler down the mine,
His Daddy lost an arm one day,
Run over by a shirehorse dray.
Chorus 1.
He mended clocks, played music too,
He liked to have a drink or two,
He wore a waistcoat, watch and chain,
We'll never see his like again.
He saw a map, it made him think,
Why much of earth was coloured pink,
A cruel Empire, a moral dearth,
While his bare feet still touched the earth.
Chorus 2:
He kept a parrot in a cage,
His wife lies in an unmarked grave,
He wore a waistcoat, watch and chain,
We'll never see his like again.
Chorus 1.
One week he built a pigeon loft,
From painted doors and Brattice cloth,
Now when we look back it seems
Those birds were all his hopes,
And all his dreams.
Chorus.
Our Grandad's name was David Hind,
A smaller man was hard to find,
And once wheat we'd go and see
Our Grandad's ponies....running free
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