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SAM SMALL AND
BENJAMIN FRANKLIN
by
Paul Gerard Smith
performed
by Pat O'Malley
(The Lancashire Lad)
Cornwallis
'ad surrendered, the war 'ad reached an end
And freedom's bell 'ad rung its silvery note.
The British
army sailed for 'ome, all but a rare good friend;
As usual,
Sam Small 'ad missed the boat.
Sam wandered
hither- thither, and 'e went from to to fro
And from
fro 'e went to 'ither, then to yon;
'E wos
a footloose sojer and 'ad nothink on 'is mind,
In fact,
'e 'ad no mind to 'ave it on.
'E wandered
out of Yorktown, when 'e put aside 'is gun
And by
and by 'e came to Valley Forge
Where
'e ran across a gatepost, with a sign, "George
Washington."
So 'e
stopped and 'ad a cup of tea with George.
But George
was rather busy being president, you see,
And making
laws for all 'is fellow men.
Sam felt
that 'e was in the way, and thanked George for the tea
Put on
'is 'at and 'it the road again.
'E came
to Philadelphia, a quiet sort of town,
And 'e
stepped into a tavern for a snack
There
'e met a lot of patriotic Philadelphians
Patrick
'enry, Jefferson and Connie Mack.
'E treated
them, they treated 'im, a jolly time was 'ad,
And by
and by Sam's funds was getting low.
'E said,
"I am a stranger 'ere, I need a job, me lad,
If theres
any to be 'ad you ought to know."
Now Patrick
'enry's work was making speeches to a mob,
And when
'e faced a crowd, Sam died of fright,
And Jefferson?...
well, writing constitutions was 'is job,
And the
drawback there was Samuel couldn't write.
Well, they pondered and they puzzled and they 'it upon a plan
Just when
Sam Small's future started looking black;
They said,
"'Ow about Ben Franklin? 'E's a busy little man
'E gets
out a book called Richard's Almanac.
" 'E's
got to 'ave somebody to distribute them about
And the
postal service 'ere is pretty poor,
Do you
think that you could do it?" Sam scratched 'is 'ead in doubt.
'E thought
'e could. 'E might. 'E wasn't sure.
Well,
they bought 'im one more noggin, which encouraged 'im a lot,
And 'e
said 'e thought 'e'd give the thing a try;
Then 'e
took the bottle, 'ad another little shot,
Thanked
them warmly, shook their 'ands, and said, "Goodbye!"
With 'is
knapsack on 'is shoulders, Samuel plodded down the lane
And by
and by it started getting warm,
Real muggy
like and sooltry, then it started in to rain,
And Sam
said, "I think we're going to 'ave a storm."
There
'e was with no umbrella, something that no Englishman
'As ever
gone to take a walk without.
And when
the lightning started, down the muddy road 'e ran
To try
to find some shelter thereabout.
But though
'e ran and ran and ran across the countryside
There
was not a 'ut, a twig, a tree in sight.
'E was
getting rare discouraged, and then suddenly 'e spied
A gentleman
a flying of a kite.
Sam stopped
in sheer amazement and 'e said, "Lord love a duck!"
The stranger
turned and smiled and said "Amen!
Come over
'ere my friend, there's no need standing in the muck
My name
is Franklin... neighbors call me Ben.",
Sam gulped
and said, "'Ow are you, Ben? My name is Samuel Small,
And now
that we two know each other's names
'Ave you
noticed it is raining, and it's lightning and all?
It's a
silly sort of day for playing games."
Ben turned to Samuel Small with quite a patronizing gaze,
And said,
"No doubt, you think that I'm insane.
Most any
idiot can fly a kite on sunny days;
I'm smart...
I like to fly them in the rain."
Just then
there was a gust of wind, the kite began to dive
And fell
to earth with one gigantic swing,
And Franklin
was quite petulant. 'E said, "Land sakes alive,
I'll 'ave
to put a weight upon the string."
Then fishing
in 'is pocket, 'e secured a great big key
That looked
as though it weighed a half a ton,
'E slipped
it on the string and said, "That does it, now, let's see
You go
and 'old the kite and I shall run."
So Sam
went off and 'eld the kite and Ben ran down the 'ill ,
And up
she went without the least mishap.
And with
the key to steady it, it flew serene and still
Until
there came a fearful thunderclap.
Preceded
by a lightning flash that made Sam's eyeballs sting
And seemed
to sort of whip 'im to and fro;
When it
was gone, Sam noticed that the key upon the string
Was giving
off a ruddy purple glow.
So Sam
reached out and touched the key and everythink went black
And fireworks
started shooting through 'is brains,
And seven
million indians stuck daggers in 'is back
And carpet
tacks was going through 'is veins.
'Is 'air
turned bright vermilion, and 'is face turned indigo
And sparks
was dancing on 'is fingertips;
And 'is
body was surrounded by a phosphorscent glow
Like the
sun when it comes out of an eclipse.
When Sam
returned to normal, some ten minutes all in all
'E said,
"Good Gawd, wot's gotten in the key?"
Ben said,
"Congratulations, you're a famous man, Sam Small,
You've
discovered Eeya lecka tricity.
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