Martin Decent

Martin Decent came to play
came to play, came to play
on a bright and winter's day
turned his coat in the morning

Martin Decent spoke out loud
spoke out loud, spoke out loud
told his tale to the listening crowd
turned his coat in the morning

Ate his greens and his rhubarb raw
chewed his bread with a vigorous jaw
wrote down all he heard and saw

Martin Decent sang along
sang along, sang along
lent his voice to the childrens' song
turned his coat in the morning

Told a few little lilywhite lies
hid the truth behind his eyes
nobody knew he was in disguise

Martin Decent danced and laughed
danced and laughed, danced and laughed
struck a pose for a photograph
turned his coat in the morning

Martin Decent went back home
went back home, went back home
slept like a log in a bed of his own
then he turned his coat in the morning