Country Girl


Sigalit Hart plays Lizzie London Roundhouse

Sigalit Hart plays Lizzie in the the London Roundhouse production of Country Girl – Photo: Gideon Hart





















Crackly Edwardian gramophone music sets the scene as scullery maid, Lizzie, enters her circumscribed basement world and tells us that she’s a country girl at heart and doesn’t like the dust of London where she has been sent, at age 14, after her mother’s death. She tells us how her mother – also in service and aged 14 – gave birth to her on the kitchen table at the start of the new century. Unusually, she was allowed to keep her baby and Lizzie has inherited her world but stands at the threshold of a new one.

Now it is New Year, 1914: “They say there’s goin’ to be a war. That’ll be excitin’…” but the war will bring change to Lizzie’s life in ways she cannot begin to comprehend at the start of 1914. In one sense, Lizzie’s story could be interpreted as a metaphor for the changing relationship and balance of power between the classes as a result of WWI. “There’s a war on – people got to clean their own boots.” But Lizzie poignantly clings to one pair of boots in particular and the end of the play finds her still in the basement but it is her choice now.

Country Girl combines a range of song, music and verse to subtly provide texture and feeling – a backdrop which allows the illiterate and uneducated Lizzie to fill in the gaps in her emotional life that she doesn’t have words to describe.


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Music Cue fades up

And lights follow semi lit basement feel




I’m a country girl

I don’t like London

It’s too high, it’s too deep, it’s too big, it’s too wide

Nowhere to hide


And the air’s full of dust

You can’t breathe,

But you must

If you don’t – then you die


I’d like to fly…


           Way from here –

           London… Bye, bye…


Cos I was born in the country

When I were born – My mum were fourteen

Like I am now

An’ she was in service

Like I am now


She tol’ me

I…Was a bit of a surprise


I believed her…


Bells were ringin’ in

The new century


At that moment…

I arrives…


A midnight’s child


Couldn’ believe their eyes

They all stood an’ stared…

The butler and the cook

An’ the maids from upstairs

And the footman,

 and the pantry boy


They all thought – Bit of a laugh

her not knowin’…


It were all so sudden…


She were scared…


Doctor delivered I on the kitchen table

Ohh, he said – She’s a pretty thing

But a bit of a disgrace

Yes a bit of a disgrace…


In this ever so respectable place



Most girls would’ve been sent away

but they…

didn’t do that…


The mistress said my mom could stay


And she could keep me…


That was nice



And so me – I got brought up by the servants

In the servants’ hall

By the cook and the butler

An’ the maids an’ all


Life were a wonder,

Joyful –

They all spoiled I…


Sometimes I went to market with my mum

She’d say to the market people,  I’s

her little sister

I said why am I

your little sister Mama, why?


But she wouldn’t explain to I



My mum grew to a ravin’ beauty

Like a fairy princess

She had golden hair and big blue eyes

Then suddenly she ups

and dies…


That’s when I got sent away

I didn’t know the whys

And wherefore


Mistress just said:

They couldn’t keep me anymore



So they found me a position here

In this house – in London

Turned me out of door



I cleans the boots and shoes

Don’ even know who’s

they are…


I see them walkin’ pas’ the pavement light

up there

No, they don’ never come down the stair


So now that’s my life

Blackin’ and brownin’ and dubbin’

And white…


All passin’ by


Long coats n’ furs an’ soldiers with spurs


Me, I jus’ polish an’ clean


            Piano Bells

Now it’s New Year

Piano Bells

Bells are ringin’ again

Piano Bells

Nineteen fourteen

Piano Bells

They say there’s goin’ to be a war…


That’ll be excitin’…


That’ll be excitin’…


That’ll be excitin’…



A more mystical lighting state


She was a princess of the sea

She was an Island next to me

She took me on a ride           

There was a market in the town

And I held on to her gown

She took me everywhere

Some call it childish to think of you as I do Mama

Some call it childish to think of you at all


1915 Fade to new lighting state


I saw Master Edward this morning

Edward, the son


From the country house


Where I’d lived with me mum


I were so surprised


‘e came in to my basement

with ‘is boots

to be cleaned

‘olding them in ‘is ‘and

‘e was…


I nearly died


I couldn’t make out

Why ‘ad ‘e brought ‘em ‘isself?


Stead o’sending one of the servants


Or leaving ‘em,

like the others,

on the scullery shelf?


‘E came into the basement an’ suddenly

I’ ears this voice:


“Hello Lizzie”

       ‘e said

“You’re zacly li’ your mother

like she was”


Then ‘is face went red.

‘e sort o’ stammered…


“I’m so sorry she’s dead”



My heart stopped  ‘Cos

For a minute

I thought I was back

in the old house again

My face also was red


I said:           

“I aren’t so pretty as me ma”

An ‘e said:

“Oh you are Lizzie, yes you are”


Then ‘e drops the boots in front of I

An’ ‘e sort of fled


I were surprised ‘e’d come


I asked cook about ‘im

She said ‘e’d come up to London to

go for a soldier

The boots as ‘e’d left me to clean were

‘is officers boots


When I done they

I started to cry…

I don’ know why


An’ I took the boots upstairs –

Though I weren’t allowed to do that –

But I did


LIghts come up, brighter


See, I wanted to give them to ‘im meself

I thought p’raps he’d talk to me about my ma


And the old house


They were all so shocked when I went upstairs

They didn’ know what to do

An’ Tom the butler shouted at I


But the mistress said “Leave ‘er Tom”


Then again, I started to cry:


I said: I did’n mean no harm

I only wanted a few words about

The old house

An’ my ma


An the mistress said “I’m sorry Lizzie – he’s gone…

He’s gone to the war”

So I ran to the door


I cried out:


“You’ve left yer boots!”


It upset Tom most

‘e shouted

“Get down the basement Lizzie –

Back to your post”


But mistress gave ‘im a funny sign

She didn’ mind.

She said:

“’e’s gone…

but – p’raps he’ll come back


when he remembers

what he’s left behind”


‘e never did come back

Not then an’ not ever


I held on to ‘is boots

Polished ‘em every day…


‘e must ‘ave been killed in a first attack

No-one tol’ me

I only knew ‘cos suddenly they all wore black


Lights begin to fade to previous semi lit state


An’ they sighed


An’ they cried


Cos ‘e’d died


An’ me?

I jus’ kep polishin’

An’ polishin’



then things

began to ‘appen


An’ then things began


to ‘appen


They said it didn’t last a long time

They say there wasn’t pain it was fine

Now all the young men come home again

I keep searching for your eyes in every one of them

But you wanted to fight so they took you to task

Caught up in a clumsy blast

Chasing after glory too fast

I don’t even know why I think of you as I do Mama

I don’t even know why I think of you at all




They’d all said it’d all be over

In six months


Six months


Tha’s what they said

What they kep’ on sayin’


One big push


One big push

One big push

An’ the war’ ens over


One big ooosh…

An’ we all fall down


Now it’s a couple of years gone by

An there’s millions…

Fallen down


Millions dead


Millions an millions an millions an millions


All heroes


That’s what they say


Make me laugh that

How can you be hero when you’re dead?


S’pose master Edward’s

one of them


I still think of ‘im


dream of ‘im sometimes


All about ‘im


An thinkin’


An sometimes I jus’ wonders an sighs


S’what they want you to believe

P’raps they’re tellin’ lies


See I miss ‘im


I miss him

An I miss me mom

Don’ care about this silly war

Don’ care about heroes


Jus’ an ache in my heart


Sorry my mom died


She was hero


No – she couldn’ be hero

she were a girl


But sorry ‘e died

Master Edward


‘e was hero


Millions who sighs

Jus’ another hero

            Millions who cries

Jus’ one hero

Millions who dies


Why couldn’t ‘e ‘ave

Stayed alive?


Me I still kep on to ‘is boots

Didn’ ast

Jus kep ‘em


I don’t know what’s happened around

I don’t know the people in this town

So I get on with the work I’m given

I don’t know what’s happened around

All I know’s I miss your dressing gown and all of the things I would do with you


Just after… you know…

Tom came down basement

Looked a bit queer


Bit odd





“They young master’s boots Liz?”

Kep’ shaking’ ‘is ‘ead


Me I jus nodded

An ‘e stoo’ there noddin’ too

“It’s a great sadness”


Then ‘e pushes this newspaper

Front o’ me eyes

‘e says “look; ‘ave you read?”


It ‘ad a big black band. All round


“‘S’all in there Lizzie

Our glorious glorious dead”


He said “Edward’s name’s in there

An’ ‘ow it ‘appened”

‘E showed me


‘E said:

 a shell exploded

One of ours not one of theirs

Jus’ as gun was bein’ loaded

Tha’s ‘ow ‘e came to be dead


Thas’s ‘ow they all got killed

on an instant


Blown to pieces

they were.



Little pieces


little pieces


“‘E did’nt suffer; Edward”

                        Tom said


An he’ eld up the paper fron’ o’ me eyes

I kept shakin’ my head


“I got ‘is boots”

            was all I said


Tom said:  You can keep the paper

I shook my head


I toll ‘im

Sorry Tom

I never

Been taught

To read

So’s no need…



I’ll jus keep on to the boots

Just ‘is boots


Glory glory Hallelujah

Glory glory Hallelujah

And his soul goes marching on


Glory glory Hallelujah

Glory glory Hallelujah

And his soul goes marching on





Arter that

Strange things began to ‘appen



Spooky things started to ‘appen




Peculiar sort of things




I felt like I was being



all the time

spied on.

All day



All of them.


Looked at.

The missus,



The footmen


Seemed like

They were goin’ round and round

In a big circle

Round me

Seein’ as what I was doin’

But pr’tendin’ they weren’t


Tho’ I weren’t don’ nothin’ wrong

‘cept for the boots


Mebbe I shouldna kep’ on to the boots…

But I wanted those boots


Specially Tom

And the missus

An’ they stopped sendin’ boots down

For being’ cleaned


I thought mebbe they was


I’d pinch everybody’s boots!


So I ast Tom

Where’s me work Tom?

They aint sendin’ me work down

An’ ‘e says “Well never you mind Lizzie

If the boots ent there

You can’t clean ‘em

Can you?”


An’ I said

“Tom – I got to ‘ave boots to clean

or I’ll lose me position”

He said “Hush Lizzie…


It’ll be alright”


An ‘e musta said somethin’ to the missus

Cos that night

she come down as well


An’ I said missus –

I ain t got  no work

I don’ wanna be sen’ away


She said

“Hush Lizzie”

Jus’ like Tom


She says “There’s a war on

People got to learn to clean their own boots”


Then she almos’ said somethin’ else –

An’ I thought she was ‘bout to send me away

An’ I cried then,

I did


I fell down on me knees

I said “Missus please

Let me stay

Don’ send me away…


An then she did something which made I gasp

It were so…

So strange


I s’pose

That’s when things began to change


Soft plaintive guitar


‘cos she came down on her knees

An she put ‘er arms around I


Me I were sobbin’ my ‘eart out

An’ then ‘er

The missus


That was it

She started to cry


She were so straight

And tall

And strong

An’ ‘er eyes were the steely sort


They weren’t the sort of eyes

that cries

An’ she ‘eld I

Swingin’ backwards and forwards




Like a baby


An she says to me

‘e was all we ‘ad Lizzie

Now ‘e’s gone

It’s all gone.


An ‘e was the one


Our lives are done


 And she gives this big sigh

“Wasn’t right that ‘e should die…”


An’ we both sat there on the floor

O’ my basement

For a long time…


We was both in tears


Then suddenly Tom appears


‘e says “Tea is served in the drawin’ room milady”


An’ the missus takes me by the hand

I says “No, no missus”

She says “Yes”

…An’ we both go upstairs…


Losing my connection

With your face in my mind

And the things that you said, when you put me to bed





I ‘adnt never bin on the drawin’ room floor


There was a marble staircase

…Big oak door


An’ I,  in me boot-room pinafore!


I was scared

Tremblin’ like a leaf

My mouth was dry – an my scalp felt tight

My blood drained out, an my skin went white

Missus said: “Lizzie, don’ take fright

I promise, my dear – it’ll be alright”


‘My dear’!


But there were a man there

dressed in one of them magistrate’s suits


wiv a high stiff collar

an’ a watch an ’chain

an’ a red face

an’ little glasses

an’ papers…


An’ I thought – I know wha’s goin’ to ‘appen

They’re ‘avin’ me up for stealin’ them boots!


I shouted “They’re mine!  They’re mine!

Them boots – they’re mine!”


Master Edward –  left ‘em behind for I

So’s I can polish ‘em

An’ still remember ‘im”


I could’n ‘elp it

                I started to cry


Cos why?

Why was I there?


Tom came in wiv a trolley an tea

Kep’ is back to them an’ smiled an’

winked at me


He whispered “Lizzie, sit down on that chair”

An ‘e took my arm , and showed me where


But I was cryin’ so much I couldn’ see

My ‘ands were shaking; so I spilled the tea


I couldn’ ‘elp it


Suddenly they were all on their knees round me


Missus said “Lizzie we wan’ you to ‘ave the boots

Edward wanted you to have them


He loved you Lizzie

You were special to him

An’ so was your mom”


Me mom? Me  mom?


Missus kep’ lookin’

Right in my eyes

‘n she took my ‘ands an’ she cries and cries

She says “Edward – ‘e was my only son

My only child; the only one”


It were weird –

Didn’t wanna stay there

Wanted to get back to me basement

Couldn’t see

What had all this to do with me?


Tom said “Drink up yer tea Lizzie

have your tea”


‘Magistrate’ says “Lizzie, I have this duty to fulfil

Before Edward died – he made a will

I drew it up, and it’s properly signed

Now all that happens – it has to be read

Do you want to do that?”


I shook me head


‘e looked quite strict –

But I think ‘e was kind

‘e said: “Wills are things people leave behind


‘e said Edward told ‘im; him an’ your mom

They’d sort of grewed up together


In the country house…

                        They went a bit wild


“They loved each other Lizzie”

Loved  each other?

He said “Lizzie

 – You are Edward’s child”


Well that was a shock


Didn’t know what to say

I stood up an’ felt dizzy

…an’ fainted away


Well, the missus was sobbin’

As I came round

Cryin’ her ‘eart out

She said:
”I’m so happy Lizzie

For me, for both of us,


I lost my son

And you lost your mother


But Lizzie now we’ve found each other


There’s something of Edward remaining

Lizzie – he still lives in you”


I didn’ believe ‘er

No, I didn’ believe ‘er


I said “Why didn’ ‘e tell me

When ‘e was alive?

When I was cleaning ‘is boots?

Why didn’ ‘e say something?

Before me mom died…”




They were all starin’ at me

They were quite surprised

I could see it in their upset eyes…


See I loved me mom

 An’ I’d ‘ave liked a dad

But seem‘s like Edward was the one I’d never had…


Didn’ make no difference leaving me all ‘is money

‘Cos that’s what ‘e’d done in ‘is will


The missus said “Don’t reject me Lizzie

You’re my granddaughter. You’re all I have

Our connection:  It’s all in these papers”


But my ‘ead was in a whirl

She tried to hug and kiss me

But I jus’ couldn’ do it all so sudden


Go from cleanin’ the boots


To bein’ her girl…


I couln’ help it, see

I’d lost me mom

Now I’d lost me dad

But like I say

the one I’d lost

I’d never had


Also… I’d lost me…


I didn’ know who I was s’pposed to be!


Losing my connection

With your face in my mind

And the things that you said, when you put me to bed

I only know how much I’m falling apart

So I just polish up

As I close down my heart




That were all a few years ago


At the end of the war

We went to see Edward’s grave


“Your father’s grave”, she said


Though I couldn’ properly think of ‘im like that



She cried and cried

She wanted me also to cry


I tried…


Soon after. She died


She died of a broken heart


I regretted it then


I felt so sorry for the things I hadn’ done


It’s just,,,

I couldn’ love her instead of me mom.

Though she said she loved me…

in place of her son


She left me everything



But there’s too many memories

Now it’s just… wasted space

Just me…



I’m getting’ rid of this place… 



Still spend

most of me time…


In this basement boot room…


Music Cue comes up



Lights fade out to black







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