Wallace was no good at begging,
'E'd never been told to before,
But now t'stick with the 'orses 'ead 'andle,
Came down on 'is nose, which was sore.

Poor old Wallace thought 'e'd 'ad sufficient,
What with stick and with copper-toed boots,
So 'e started to go, but found 'Erbert
Was pulling 'is tail out by t'roots.

The pain was so dreadful that Wallace,
At last in despair, turned at bay,
But seeing young 'Erb still advancing,
Gave a howl and just fainted away.

Outside on the bench, the Pinwinkles
'Ad 'eard that first dreadful loud roar.
Ma said, "That's the end of poor 'Erbert,"
And Pa said, "I'll go in and make sure."

So 'e started in looking quite 'appy,
When the manager came up and said,
"Is your name Pinwinkle?" Pa answered,
"Don't tell me our poor 'Erbert's dead."

"Dead nothing," the man answered rudely.
"'E's gone off with policeman to jail.
'E's ruined our lion called Wallace,
And he's made off with Wallace's tail."

Next day in police court at Blackpool,
The magistrate looked down and said,
"The parents of this boy Pinwinkle,
Will stand up to hear sentence read.

"This lad has been tried and found guilty,
But the parents, of course, are to blame.
For disturbing the peace-forty shillings,
And assaulting a policeman-the same.

"Three pounds you are fined for detaching,
Detaining and taking away,
The tail of this lion, called Wallace,
And then furthermore you must pay

"Five pounds and all costs and charges
Of the court, and it's quite right you should,
For tempting this lion called Wallace,
With meat that was not fit for food."
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