WHITTINGDON 24/09/07

AND SO WE LEAVE POOR EDWARD LEAR.
AND TURN AGAIN TO WHITTINGDON
WHO HAD A PUSSY IN HIS BOOTS.
THAT WOULD'ST CAUSE ANY MAN TO CHANGE
AND WALK TO LONDON HALF DERANGED.
THE ENGLISH ARE SO DOWN TO EARTH
YOU CANNOT FIND THEIR DATE OF BIRTH.
AND IF THEY USED TO BE A CHILD
IT'S ONLY ON THEIR MOTHER MILD.

AND COLD DAMP SEATS CAN GIVE YOU PILES?
MAYBE I RAISED A LITTLE SMILE.
I HOPE I HAVE A LARGER GRIN,
FOR I'VE NO FUNDS INSIDE MY TIN,
AND MOTHER'S ON THE LONDON GIN,
WHILST I AM PASSED TO NEXT OF KIN.
WHY EVER WIN?
WHEN ALL YOU'VE WON
IS A PERSONALISED SHINY SUN.
I HOPE YOU ALL HAVE FUN
WITH THE GHOST OF ME
WHO TOOK ME ALL IN ONE.
SO I SHOULD HAUNT THEE?
I WILL NOT HAVE A SHEET OVER MY HEAD.
FOR I HAVE BLED AND BLED AND BLED.