| Lyrics: | MARY MARTINDALE
by Jez Lowe
In every street where young lads meet, the talk is all
the same,
It's of a bonny lassie that's got every heart a-flame.
Like flies they swarm
about her and they court her night and day.
She's pretty Mary Martindale, so bonny fair and
neat,
Pretty Mary Martindale, from Carlisle Street.
For looks they'd never win
prizes, but they swear their hearts
are true,
They come in shapes and sizes, in every
shade and hue.
Some fat, some thin, some in between, some rich and some so poor,
And such
a sight, by day and night, they hang around the door.
They send her gifts and tokens, and
to look upon them all,
They look just like a treasure or a kind of market stall;
There's
golden rings and chains, and things to wear and things to
eat,
There's jars to smell and
books as well, and things that's got me
beat.
Mr. Charles the banker, he's never
short of cash,
So he buys her books of poetry that he reads with such panache,
And Joe
Divine the milkman brings here clotted cream and cheese,
Dennis Brown the builder never lets
her from his site,
While Mr. Black the coalman wants to keep her warm at night
Mr. Ives
the Baker, well he keeps her pantry full,
While Jones the draper does his bit with cotton, silk
and wool.
A dreadful fight occurred one night between two of the best
They both had
brought her roses, and neither saw the jest,
The next we knew the fists they flew, they were
rolling over the
ground.
We had to fetch the policeman, you can guess where he was
found.
The lad that finally gets her, he'll thank the stars above,
Or maybe pray and
bless the day he finally won her love,
It really makes you wonder how she casts her loving
spell,
But now my friends I must be gone, I'm courting her
myself.
1985
@courtship
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