Marriott Edgar

(1880 - 1951 / Kirkcudbright / Scotland)

Marriott Edgar Poems

1. The Jubilee Sov'Reign 1/3/2003
2. Uppards 1/3/2003
3. Up'Ards 1/1/2004
4. William Rufus 1/3/2003
5. The Recumbent Posture 1/3/2003
6. Joe Ramsbottom 1/3/2003
7. The Runcorn Ferry 1/3/2003
8. Richard Coeur De Lion 1/3/2003
9. The Return Of Albert 1/3/2003
10. Sam Goes To It 1/3/2003
11. Three Ha'Pence A Foot 1/3/2003
12. Fair Rosamond 1/3/2003
13. The Burghers Of Calais 1/3/2003
14. Balbus 1/3/2003
15. The Channel Swimmer 1/3/2003
16. The 'Ole In The Ark 1/3/2003
17. Queen Matilda 1/3/2003
18. Henry The Seventh 1/3/2003
19. Sam's Racehorse 1/3/2003
20. Sam's Christmas Pudding 1/3/2003
21. Canute The Great 1/3/2003
22. Jonah And The Grampus 1/3/2003
23. The Lion And Albert 1/3/2003
24. Marksman Sam 1/3/2003
25. Albert And His Savings 1/3/2003
26. Albert Down Under 1/1/2004
27. Goalkeeper Joe 1/3/2003
28. Little Aggie 1/3/2003
29. Albert And The 'Eadsman 1/3/2003
30. Asparagus 1/3/2003
31. George And The Dragon 1/3/2003
32. Gunner Joe 1/3/2003
33. Albert's Return 1/3/2003
34. The Battle Of Hastings 1/3/2003
35. Magna Carta 1/3/2003
36. Albert And The Lion 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Marriott Edgar

Albert And The Lion

There's a famous seaside place called Blackpool,
That's noted for fresh air and fun,
And Mr and Mrs Ramsbottom
Went there with young Albert, their son.

A grand little lad was young Albert,
All dressed in his best; quite a swell
With a stick with an 'orse's 'ead 'andle,
The finest that Woolworth's could sell.

They didn't think much of the Ocean:
The waves, they were fiddlin' and small,
There was no wrecks and nobody drownded,
Fact, nothing to laugh at at all.

So, seeking for further amusement,
They paid and went into the Zoo,
Where they'd ...

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Three Ha'Pence A Foot

I'll tell you an old-fashioned story
That Grandfather used to relate,
Of a joiner and building contractor;
'Is name, it were Sam Oglethwaite.

In a shop on the banks of the Irwell,
Old Sam used to follow 'is trade,
In a place you'll have 'eard of, called Bury;
You know, where black puddings is made.

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