Mad Martins
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My 'Life'
Lyrics
This is the life of Jonathan Martin, written by himself;
A finer book you'll never read, nor sit upon your shelf:
Please forgive the grammar, of this illiterate man;
For I aim to bring you closer to God's glory, if I can.
My life is here, for all to see;
Printed in ink, for all to read:
Fine copperplate engravings I include;
To illustrate the glory I've accrued.
I've one for the master,
One for the dame,
One for each little lad,
And one for the lame:
Fourteen thousand copies
I have sold to date;
Grab a copy while you can,
Before it is too late.
I tramp the fair lands
Of Darlington, York and Leeds;
Spreading forth the bounty
Of God's holy seeds.
You will notice me, if by you I should pass;
For just like our Saviour, I ride upon an ass:
My sealskin cape is lined outside with fur;
I wonder why you people mock and stare.
So come all you tramps and hawker lads,
Come all you bounders and you cads;
Come each and all, you ladies and you gents;
I present my ‘Life’, for the small sum of sixpence.
I've one for the master,
One for the dame,
One for each little lad,
And one for the lame:
Fourteen thousand copies
I have sold to date;
Grab a copy while you can,
Before it is too late.
And now to close,
I've one final thought to send;
I pray my wanderings and sorrows
Are now at an end.
(Lyrics & Music: Gary Miller)
A finer book you'll never read, nor sit upon your shelf:
Please forgive the grammar, of this illiterate man;
For I aim to bring you closer to God's glory, if I can.
My life is here, for all to see;
Printed in ink, for all to read:
Fine copperplate engravings I include;
To illustrate the glory I've accrued.
I've one for the master,
One for the dame,
One for each little lad,
And one for the lame:
Fourteen thousand copies
I have sold to date;
Grab a copy while you can,
Before it is too late.
I tramp the fair lands
Of Darlington, York and Leeds;
Spreading forth the bounty
Of God's holy seeds.
You will notice me, if by you I should pass;
For just like our Saviour, I ride upon an ass:
My sealskin cape is lined outside with fur;
I wonder why you people mock and stare.
So come all you tramps and hawker lads,
Come all you bounders and you cads;
Come each and all, you ladies and you gents;
I present my ‘Life’, for the small sum of sixpence.
I've one for the master,
One for the dame,
One for each little lad,
And one for the lame:
Fourteen thousand copies
I have sold to date;
Grab a copy while you can,
Before it is too late.
And now to close,
I've one final thought to send;
I pray my wanderings and sorrows
Are now at an end.
(Lyrics & Music: Gary Miller)
© 2017 Whippet Records
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Gary Miller - Lead Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Cabassa
Iain Petrie - Electric Guitar, Piano, Keyboards, Glockenspiel, Bass Guitar, Drums, Tambourine, Shaker, Backing Vocals
Dick Spittal - Saxaphone
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