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Marriott Edgar - The Jubilee Sov`reignMarriott Edgar - The Jubilee Sov`reign
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On Jubilee Day the Ramsbottoms Invited relations to tea, Including young Albert`s grandmother- An awkward old . . party, was she. She`d seen Queen Victoria`s accession And `er wedding to Albert (the Good) But she got quite upset when young Albert Asked `er `ow she`d got on in the Flood. She cast quite a damper on`t party, But she warmed up a bit after tea, And gave Albert a real golden sovereign She`d been saving since last Jubilee. It `ad picture of Queen on`t one side And a dragon fight on the reverse, And it smelled of camphor and cobwebs Through being so long in `er purse. Albert `andled the coin, and `e kissed it And `e felt the rough edge with `is tongue; For `e knew by the look of `is father That it wouldn`t be `is very long. "I`ll show you a trick wi` that sovereign," Said Pa, `oo were `overin` near- And `e took and pretended to eat it, Then brought it back out of `is ear. This magic filled Albert with wonder, And before you could say "Uncle Dick", `E`d got the coin back from `is father And performed the first part of the trick. When they all saw where the money `ad gone With excitement the relatives burned; And each one suggested some process For getting the money returned. Some were for fishing with tweezers, While some were for shaking it out; "If we only got back a few shillings," They said "`twould be better than nowt." They tried `olding Albert `ead downward And giving `is shoulders a clump- `Till his uncle, `oo worked for a chemist Said "There`s nowt for it but stomach pump." Well, they `adn`t a stomach pump `andy, But Pa did the best that `e could With a bicycle pump that they borrowed But that weren`t nearly so good. So off they went to the doctor `Oo looked down `is throat with a glass; `E said "This`ll mean operation- I fear that `e`ll `ave to `ave gas." "`Ow much is this `ere goin` to cost me?" Said Father, beginning to squirm. "I`m afraid that it comes out expensive- The best gas is eight pence a therm. There`s my time, six shillings an hour; You can`t do these things in two ticks- By rights I should charge you a guinea, But I`ll do it for eighteen and six." "Wot, eighteen and six to get sovereign?" Said Father, "That doesn`t sound sense I`ll tell you, you`d best keep young Albert And give us the odd eighteen pence!" The doctor concurred this arrangement, But to this day he stands in some doubt As to whether he`s in eighteen shillings Or whether he`s eighteen pence out.
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