The Play Pictorial Volume . 3-4

The Play Pictorial Volume . 3-4

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1903 edition. Excerpt: ... no luck about, For the moment we both of us get settled down, I'm blest if they don't let us out. When will justice be done to England? Why don't they allow us to earn our own bread? It ain't much enjoyment to ask for employment And only get work instead! We was mending a hole in a roof of a house, At midnight, one evening last year; And I happened to carry some family plate that Belonged to my poor mother dear. A policeman came up with a horrible face, I gave it just one or two rubs. What was the result? Twelve bright summer months Wasted in Wormwood Scrubbs. When will justice be done to England? Oh, here are we shivering out in the rain, And both of our sisters are passive resisters, And mother's got married again. One morning last winter we asked an old lady, Who lives at a house close to here, For a small drop of something to keep out the cold, As we'd both of us come over queer. Said she, "Here's a shovel, now clear off the snow, And you'll both have some nice lemonade." My heart was so brimful of honest disgust, I walked off with her blooming spade. When will justice be done to England? The pure milk of kindness we will not discuss, But we don't want a dairy for our "Little Mary," It doesn't agree wilh us. One day we was starving, no morsel of food We had touched for a hour or two. When an old gent, who noticed our pitiful plight, Said he'd try and see what he could do. lie went to his house, he gave us a meal; The salad was all full of oil. We gave him a pitiful look of reproach. And drove straight to the Cafe Royal. When will justice be done to England? We lay down at night with a sigh and a tear, At Rowton's doss-houses, we take off our waistcoats, And dream that the Thames is beer. The quotation from this song more

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  • Paperback | 36 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 82g
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 123660315X
  • 9781236603159