The Story of Martin and Molly

uplifiting melody, upbeat tempo, male voice, storytelling

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(Verse 1)
In seventeen fifty-eight he came into this world,
A Pennsylvania boy while revolution swirled,
At eighteen years he answered when his country called his name,
Through Brandywine and Valley Forge, he played freedom's game,
He marched across the mountains in the bitter winter snow,
To fight beside General Washington so long ago

(Verse 2)
Sweet Molly from Frederick, just seventeen and fair,
She married that old soldier with the fiery tempered air,
In May of eighty-five they spoke their sacred vows,
Then headed west to build their dreams and work the virgin plough,
By seventeen ninety-six they'd reached the promised land,
Two hundred acres waiting for a working man's strong hands

(Chorus)
Martin and Molly, hearts of pioneer gold,
Martin and Molly, their story must be told,
From Maryland to Mercer County, through the wilderness they'd roam,
Eight children and a legacy, they built a frontier home,
Martin and Molly, brave and strong and true,
Martin and Molly, this song's for you

(Verse 3)
"I raise my corn to give away," old Martin used to say,
"To those who have no money, I'll help them find their way,"
He'd curse like thunder rolling when something sparked his rage,
But neighbors loved his generous heart throughout his every age,
Ten dollars for the church he gave, the highest one around,
A man of contradictions on that Pennsylvania ground

(Verse 4)
Through census counts and seasons, their children grew up strong,
Jacob, Lizbet, Catherine, George—they carried on the song,
Henry, Joseph, Calli, Soloman bore the family name,
Some died young, some traveled west, but loved their parents just the same,
The land that Martin settled stayed three generations through,
A testament to pioneer hearts that always stayed true

(Bridge)
When Martin passed in thirty-five at eighty years of age,
He left behind a legend written on history's page,
But Molly carried onward for fifteen years alone,
In that little back room of the house that they called home,
At eighty-two she joined him in the ground where they now rest,
Side by side in Kelso Cemetery, their long journey blessed

(Outro)
So here's to the Carringers, those ancestors so dear,
Who fought for our freedom and settled the frontier,
Their blood runs through generations, their courage lights the way,
Martin and Molly Carringer, we honor you today,
We honor you today,
We honor you today

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The Story of Martin and Molly (Verse 1) In seventeen fifty-eight he came into this world, A Pennsylvania boy while revolution swirled, At eighteen years he answered when his country called his name, Through Brandywine and Valley Forge, he played freedom's game, He marched across the mountains in the bitter winter snow, To fight beside General Washington so long ago (Verse 2) Sweet Molly from Frederick, just seventeen and fair, She married that old soldier with the fiery tempered air, In May of eighty-five they spoke their sacred vows, Then headed west to build their dreams and work the virgin plough, By seventeen ninety-six they'd reached the promised land, Two hundred acres waiting for a working man's strong hands (Chorus) Martin and Molly, hearts of pioneer gold, Martin and Molly, their story must be told, From Maryland to Mercer County, through the wilderness they'd roam, Eight children and a legacy, they built a frontier home, Martin and Molly, brave and strong and true, Martin and Molly, this song's for you (Verse 3) "I raise my corn to give away," old Martin used to say, "To those who have no money, I'll help them find their way," He'd curse like thunder rolling when something sparked his rage, But neighbors loved his generous heart throughout his every age, Ten dollars for the church he gave, the highest one around, A man of contradictions on that Pennsylvania ground (Verse 4) Through census counts and seasons, their children grew up strong, Jacob, Lizbet, Catherine, George—they carried on the song, Henry, Joseph, Calli, Soloman bore the family name, Some died young, some traveled west, but loved their parents just the same, The land that Martin settled stayed three generations through, A testament to pioneer hearts that always stayed true (Bridge) When Martin passed in thirty-five at eighty years of age, He left behind a legend written on history's page, But Molly carried onward for fifteen years alone, In that little back room of the house that they called home, At eighty-two she joined him in the ground where they now rest, Side by side in Kelso Cemetery, their long journey blessed (Chorus) Martin and Molly, hearts of pioneer gold, Martin and Molly, their story must be told, From Maryland to Mercer County, through the wilderness they'd roam, Eight children and a legacy, they built a frontier home, Martin and Molly, brave and strong and true, Martin and Molly, this song's for you (Outro) So here's to the Carringers, those ancestors so dear, Who fought for our freedom and settled the frontier, Their blood runs through generations, their courage lights the way, Martin and Molly Carringer, we honor you today, We honor you today, We honor you today

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