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In me behold the trusty stay and prop
Of Mr. Cheesemonger. He calls me Sam;
I mix his eggs and cut his “splendid” ham,
And clean his windows and sweep up his shop,
And drive his pony till it's fit to drop,
And help his customers into the tram—
I'm indispensable, I am, I am,
And if I went the business would go flop.
Of Mr. Cheesemonger. He calls me Sam;
I mix his eggs and cut his “splendid” ham,
And clean his windows and sweep up his shop,
And drive his pony till it's fit to drop,
And help his customers into the tram—
I'm indispensable, I am, I am,
And if I went the business would go flop.
Kind Mr. C. remarks, “A pretty thing
To want my right-hand man—and like their cheek!
Now, who comes first, your Country and your King
Or me?” Of course, I answered, “You do, sir!”
He raised my screw to eighteen bob a week
And claims exemption for a “manager.”
To want my right-hand man—and like their cheek!
Now, who comes first, your Country and your King
Or me?” Of course, I answered, “You do, sir!”
He raised my screw to eighteen bob a week
And claims exemption for a “manager.”
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