The Ballad of Duluth (1/2)


Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?

When the Moulton returns to the beach by the glen

And the sappers respond to the sea,

When the paupers collect at the edge like a wren

I shall wish for a marlin for me.


When you warble and thrum with your throat lifted high

Rap a tum rap a tum tilly dee,

Just remember that no one's as fishy as I,

And there's nothing in silence to see,



And it all will come down to Duluth,

If you don't mind me telling the truth.

Yes, my friend, in the end, when it happens again,

It'll all muddle down to Duluth.


In Duluth was my homespring, my saddle and dray

There I learned all the tunes I now sing,

In a lackluster way I was put on display

Pinned against the wood wall with a spring.


If you never should meet me some day by the mount

Don't you tell me you've made it to fame,

Pat my head if you please, six to five we shall count

In your hand I will leave you the blame.

(to be continued)


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