Marriott Edgar ( )

Canute the Great

Ill tell of Canute, King of England,
A native of Denmark was he,
His hobbies was roving and raiding
And paddling his feet in the sea. 

By trade he were whats called a Viking,
Every summer hed visit our shore,
Help himself to whatever he wanted,
And come back in the autumn for more.

These trips always showed him a profit,
But what stumped him to know was this ere...
Where the English folk got all the money,
He came and took off them each year.

After duly considering the matter,
He concluded as how his best course,
Were to have an invasion of England,
And tap the supply at its source.

He got other Vikings to join him,
With a promise of plunder and spoil,
And raked up atrocity stories,
To bring all their blood to the boil.

They landed one morning at Weymouth,
And waited for fight to begin,
While their foe, Ethelred the Unready,
Found his army and got it fell in.

When the battle were done, Crown of England,
Changed heads, so the history book states,
From Ethelreds seven-and-a-quarter,
To King Canutes six-and-five-eights.

The Vikings was cheered as the winners,
Ethelred, he went somewhere and died,
And Canute, to his lasting atonement...
Made the widow, Queen Emma, his bride.

She started to teach him his manners,
To drink without wetting his nose,
Put his hand to his mouth and say Pardon!,
Every time the occasion arose.

She said his companions was vulgar,
His habits more easy than free,
Made him promise no more to disgrace her,
By paddling his feet in the sea.

At the time this ere promise meant nothing,
It were made in the cool of the spring,
But when summer came in with a heat wave,
T were a totally different thing.

He moved his court down to the seaside,
Where they took off their shoes and their socks,
And rushed to the water and left him,
Alone on his throne on the rocks.

Said one, Come on King, have a paddle,
Ill look after your sceptre and crown.
He replied, Nay, I promised the missus,
And I cant let the old... lady down.

No need to do that, said the Tempter,
The tides coming in, as you see;
You promised you wouldnt go to it,
But you cant stop it coming to thee!

And thats how it happened... that later,
When Emma came over the sands,
She found Canute knee deep in water,
Trying to shush the sea back with his hands.

For not letting on that hed seen her,
He was chiding each wave as it came,
Saying, Thus far, my lad, and no further!
Til Emma said, What is this game?

He replied, These ere flatterers told me,
That the sea would obey me, and so,
Im giving them this demonstration,
To show what a fat lot they know.

Youre doing quite right, shouted Emma,
Its time someone made them look small!
Then she took off her shoes and her stockings,
And started to paddle an all.

Marriott Edgar's other poems:
  1. Albert and the Eadsman
  2. Alberts Return
  3. Joe Ramsbottom
  4. Sam Goes to It
  5. Fair Rosamond

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