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Chocolate.
‘Ho,’ says the Queen, says she, ‘these 'ere Mister Atkinses,
What's always served me decent an' been heedful of my call,
Now, poor lambs, they've got to stay an spend their merry Chrismasses
Out upon the veldt an' things a-looking after Paul:
Services like these,’ she says, ‘ought to bring a man reward,
A bit of something extery beside his 'ansome pay.’
What's always served me decent an' been heedful of my call,
Now, poor lambs, they've got to stay an spend their merry Chrismasses
Out upon the veldt an' things a-looking after Paul:
Services like these,’ she says, ‘ought to bring a man reward,
A bit of something extery beside his 'ansome pay.’
‘Ho,’ says the Queen, says she,
‘Put it on my little slate,
“Half a pound of chocolate
For Mister Thomas A.”’
‘Put it on my little slate,
“Half a pound of chocolate
For Mister Thomas A.”’
‘Ho,’ says the Queen, says she, when she goes a-shopping like,
“Chrismass gifts is ruinous, and Noo Year's gifts is worse;
Dimins, pearls, and joolery for my great-great-grandchilder
Makes a fairish hole into a none too ample purse:
All the same,’ the Queen she says, ‘Tommy shall not be forgot;
Management, without a doubt, is woman's proper lay.’
“Chrismass gifts is ruinous, and Noo Year's gifts is worse;
Dimins, pearls, and joolery for my great-great-grandchilder
Makes a fairish hole into a none too ample purse:
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Management, without a doubt, is woman's proper lay.’
‘Ho,’ says the Queen, says she,
‘This'll please his nibs, you bet:
“Half a pound of chocolet
For Mister Thomas A.”’
‘This'll please his nibs, you bet:
“Half a pound of chocolet
For Mister Thomas A.”’
‘Ho,’ says the Queen, says she, ‘dump it into pretty tins,
Put my phiz on each of 'em and breek the bloomin' dies,
Hurry up them Quakers now; let the stuff be quality;
The tin a sorter keepsake for hisself and kids to prize—
Tommy's got a lot to do, thumping Paul for me and you,
A present from the Missis cannot fail to make him gay.’
Put my phiz on each of 'em and breek the bloomin' dies,
Hurry up them Quakers now; let the stuff be quality;
The tin a sorter keepsake for hisself and kids to prize—
Tommy's got a lot to do, thumping Paul for me and you,
A present from the Missis cannot fail to make him gay.’
‘Ho,’ says the Queen, says she,
‘Sixty thousand horse and foot—
“Half a pound of chocolut
For Mister Thomas A.”’
‘Sixty thousand horse and foot—
“Half a pound of chocolut
For Mister Thomas A.”’
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