A 9ct gold engine-turned matchbook case, Birmingham hallmarks, 1926 Estimate: 350 - 400 LOT 194 Herms
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Jolly Mon sang for his supper every night The people fed him well 'cause he treated them so right Of Jolly Mon sing Oh make Orion ring And they wanted him to sing on the islands near and far He always found his way by Orion the lucky star He'd tell them of their joys, he'd tell them of their woes They'd love to see him come and hate to see him go Oh Jolly Mon sing Oh make the music ring He was making his way home on a dark and stormy night When he heard a cry for help, he saw a flashing light When he reached the other boat and offered him a hand They said, "Give us all your cargo." as they took a pirate stand Oh Jolly Mon sing Oh give them everything "Jolly Mon we know you - Sing your last song very well" They tossed him in the ocean cause their hearts were made in hell Came along a dolphin, he said,"Jolly Mon Hello" "I've always loved your singing - climb on board and don't let go." Oh Jolly Mon sing Oh make the oceans ring The night was filled with magic as they bid the sea goodbye They swam into the heavens - they stayed up in the sky And all the island people when they wish upon a star See the dolphin and the Jolly Mon who tell them where they are Oh Jolly Mon sing Oh make the heavens ring Oh Jolly Mon sing Oh make the magic ring Disc 2 - It's My Job Disc 2 - It's My Job IT'S MY JOB By Mac McAnally In the middle of late last night I was sittin' on a curb I didn't know what about but I was feeling quite disturbed A street sweeper came whistlin' by He was bouncin' every step It seemed strange how good he felt So I asked him while he swept Chorus He said "It's my job to be cleaning up this mess And that's enough reason to go for me It's my job to be better than the rest And that makes the day for me" Got an uncle who owns a bank he's a self made millionaire He never had anyone to love never had no one to care He always to seemed kind of sad to me So I asked him why that was And he told me it's because in my contract there's a clause That says "It's my job to worried half to death And that's the thing people respect in me It's a job but without it I'd be less Than what I expect from me" I've been lazy most all of my life Writing songs and sleeping late Any manual labor I've done purely by mistake If street sweepers can smile then I've got no right to feel upset But sometimes I still forget Till the lights go on and the stage is set And the song hits home and you feel that sweat It's my job to be different than the rest and that's enough reason to go for me It's my job to be better than the best and that's a tough break for me It's my job to be cleaning up this mess and that's enough reason to go for me It's my job to be better than the best and that makes the day for me
