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Cobblers To The Queen

by Terry Fletcher

There’s none assembled here’s beyond redemption
Leave your glasses on the bar and join his throng
Rich or poor, God saves without exemption
Mind, a donation now and then won’t come in wrong

In my own life, I have but two ambitions
All you here tonight know what I mean
To be the good Lord’s fisherman, to set up a travelling mission
And be Willie Horn, cobblers to the Queen

Even though I’ve Joe and Jebaz as disciples
Some think I’ve bitten more than I can chew
Ignore that idle chatter, it’s a myth it’s size that matters
Just remember, I’ve got a little Willie too

Last night I had a dream, a blinding vision
The Lord was telling me to spread his news
If you’ll just grant me wish ’n’ donate the money for me mission
I’ll save more souls than ever were on shoes

And if ever I’m bestowed that Royal appointment
For repairing shoes the best they’ve ever been
With my regal appellation, I may be in Fraser’s publication
I can see the headline ‘Cobblers to the Queen’

There’s many a man in this pub’s fell to temptation
But the good Lord in His wisdom understands
Let the Lord be your salvation, renounce the drink and fornication
Have belief, you’ll find relief in your own hands

And even Mary Ann has found religion
She’s praying for souls where she was once depraved,
I’ve seen her on her knees down by the docks at Cowpen Quays
That sailor’s face told me that he’d been saved

And when I reach those pearly gates in Heaven
I can rest assured my conscience will be clean
When St Peter asks me what I’m worth and what I did down here on Earth
I’ll be proud to tell him ‘Cobblers to the Queen’

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