THE STORY OF A SHILLING | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Once a little well-worn shilling in my purse I chanced to see Unto me it told in fancy its eventful history Said the shilling, 'I was given to a beggar in the Town He cried, 'This'll run a supper, and a three-penny shake down. Chorus: He hurried on with head on high His nose three points up in the sky But as a 'public' he passed by He for a drink felt willing He ordered half a pint of 'four' When 'twas drawn he gave a roar His dream of grub and doss were o'er He'd lost the blooming shilling. Said the little well-worn shilling, 'I was found at break of day By a working man who with me took his wife to see the play When at length the show was over I migrated round the stage There a hungry supper got me for his scanty evening wage. Chorus: He hurried home to wife and child With cold and hunger nearly wild But when they saw me how they smiled What joy their hearts were filling Soon in their room a fire's bright glow Did on a steaming supper show 'Tis only good and poor folks know The value of a shilling. Said the little well-worn shilling, 'After that by chance I went In the keeping of a gambler who had all his fortune spent So he wrote to his old uncle whom he knew had lots of pelf 'I am ruined, send some money, or else I shall drown myself.' Chorus: Next morning's post to him revealed A letter registered and sealed It ran, 'To your request I yield And as you talk of killing That you may not by drowning die But end your life on land that's dry Some good strong rat poison to buy I send this little shilling.' Said the little well-worn shilling, 'After fortune good and bad I went from an army sergeant to a new enlisted lad He had left his country ploughshare where since boyhood he had been Seeking fickle fame and fortune in the service of the queen. Chorus: Soon o'er the ocean with his corps He stood in Britain's ranks of war In battle ever to the fore When bugle calls were thrilling With just one prayer for child and wife He rushed out bravely in the strife And risked his limbs - aye, gave his life For England and a shilling. |
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Performed by Marie Loftus (1857-1940) | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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