Poor Martin ft. Dj KIRSA Lyrics

Here's a little story bout a man named Martin

Labouring the fields his spade he sharpen

Nobody paid no mind discard him

Solo all alone his heart had hardened

Paid as a serf no loot no margin

Dig away the time his life departing

Hope dishearten the skies did darken

Kept to himself no talk no barking

Gave all is his time all he got was a dime

And some young cheap wine that he though rather fine

Nobody asked they knew he didn't mind

Nobody asked people too unkind

His face was grave, made freshly shaved

Digging, the Earth digging his own grave

Six feet deep wasn't necessary for a man like him

So he just dug three

His face was grave, made freshly shaved

Digging, the Earth digging his own grave

Six feet deep wasn't necessary for a man like him

So he just dug three

All he did was was work never did unwind

The monthly weekly daily grind

After many years face worn and lined

Dug so much would have thought that he mined

From Morning dawn to evening dusk

He worked as he must, in God, he trusts

He laboured the Earth, silent never cursed

It never got better, and it never got worse

He never spoke up and never spoke out

He didn't spend much, but he always had nowt

When you never wonder then you never have doubt

Learn to live with hunger inside lights out

His face was grave, made freshly shaved

Digging the Earth digging his own grave

Six feet deep wasn't necessary for a man like him

So he just dug three

His face was grave, made freshly shaved

Digging, the Earth digging his own grave

Six feet deep wasn't necessary for a man like him

So he just dug three