Marriott Edgar ( )


Richard Coeur-de-Lion


Richard the First, Coeur-de-Lion, 
Is a name that we speak of with pride, 
Though he only lived six months in England
From his birth to the day that he died. 

He spent all his time fighting battles, 
Dressed up in most rigid attire, 
For he had his suits made by the Blacksmith, 
And his underwear knitted of wire. 

He married a lady from Flanders, 
Berengarias what they called her; 
She turned out a good wife to Richard, 
In spite of a name like that there. 

For when he came home from his fighting 
Shed bandage the wounds in his sconce, 
And every time a snake bit him 
Shed suck out the poison at once. 

In their ouse theyd a minstrel called Blondel 
To amuse them at tend of the day 
And the King had but one thing against him...
He had nobbut one tune he could play. 

The Queen saw nowt wrong with the number 
And would have it again and again, 
And when Richard said: Put a sock in it! 
Shed give im a look full of pain. 

The King got fed up at the finish, 
And were so sick of earing it played, 
That he packed his spare suit on a wagon 
And went off and joined the Crusade.

He got fighting the moment he landed,
And though Saracen lads did their best, 
He cut off their heads in such numbers, 
That the hatmakers lodged a protest. 

The Sultan, whose name were Saladin, 
Thought hed best try this business to stem,
So he rode up to Richard and told him 
He mustnt do that there to them. 

Said Richard: Oh! Whos going to stop me? 
Said Saladin: I will-and quick! 
So the King poked his sword at the Sultan, 
Who, in turn, swiped his skimpter at Dick. 

They fought all that day without ceasing; 
They fought till at last they both saw 
That each was a match for the other, 
So they chucked it and called it a draw. 

As Richard rode home in the moonlight 
He heard someone trying to croon, 
And there by the roadside stood Blondel, 
Still playing his signature tune. 

Hed worked out his passage from England 
In search of his Master and Lord, 
And had swum the last part of the journey 
Cos his tune got im thrown overboard. 

This meeting filled Richard with panic: 
He rode off and never drew rein 
Till he got past the Austrian border 
And felt he could breathe once again. 

He hid in a neighbouring Castle,
But he hadnt been there very long 
When one night just outside his window 
Stood Blondel, still singing his song. 

This ere took the heart out of Richard;
He went home dejected and low, 
And the very next fight he got into 
He were killed without striking a blow.



Marriott Edgar's other poems:
  1. Albert and His Savings
  2. Balbus
  3. Jonah and the Grampus
  4. Asparagus
  5. Gunner Joe


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