An old man walked into a pawn-broker's shop
A medal hung there on his breast
And putting his stick in a corner close by
He unpinned a cross from his vest
The pawn-broker took it and said, 'That's no good
It's bronze, and it's not worth a bob.'
The old man clutched tightly at the bit of bronze
And said with a heart-breaking sob,

Chorus: 'It's all I have in the world, Sir
Won't fetch much, may be
Only a little bronze cross
Our Queen once gave to me
Has no intrinsic value
An emblem of something done
But you, I am sure, would value it more
Had you seen the way it was won.'

The pawn-broker listened to these stirring words
Admiration writ large on his face
For he pictured a deed full of daring, that won
That medal brought into his place
The old fellow trembled, the parting was hard
No gold could atone for its loss
And he said as he gazed on the two words inscribed
'For Valor' on that little cross,


The pawn-broker opened his till, and remarked
'To take your V.C. would not do
To obtain it you risked your own life in the cause
Of your Queen and your countrymen too
I reckon I'm one of those countrymen, so
As such I've a duty, 'tis plain
Here's a sovereign, take back your medal, old man
And God grant you may ne'er say again,'

Written and composed by C. G. Cotes & Bennett Scott - 1901
Performed by Rose Harvey & Ethel Haydon. ( Mrs Geo. Robey)
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