Marriott Edgar

(1880 - 1951 / Kirkcudbright / Scotland)

Marriott Edgar Poems

1. The Jubilee Sov'Reign 1/3/2003
2. Uppards 1/3/2003
3. Up'Ards 1/1/2004
4. William Rufus 1/3/2003
5. The Runcorn Ferry 1/3/2003
6. The Return Of Albert 1/3/2003
7. The Recumbent Posture 1/3/2003
8. Joe Ramsbottom 1/3/2003
9. Sam Goes To It 1/3/2003
10. Richard Coeur De Lion 1/3/2003
11. Three Ha'Pence A Foot 1/3/2003
12. Jonah And The Grampus 1/3/2003
13. Marksman Sam 1/3/2003
14. Fair Rosamond 1/3/2003
15. Sam's Racehorse 1/3/2003
16. Sam's Christmas Pudding 1/3/2003
17. Canute The Great 1/3/2003
18. The Burghers Of Calais 1/3/2003
19. Balbus 1/3/2003
20. Gunner Joe 1/3/2003
21. Queen Matilda 1/3/2003
22. Albert And His Savings 1/3/2003
23. Albert And The 'Eadsman 1/3/2003
24. The Channel Swimmer 1/3/2003
25. The 'Ole In The Ark 1/3/2003
26. Henry The Seventh 1/3/2003
27. The Lion And Albert 1/3/2003
28. Little Aggie 1/3/2003
29. Goalkeeper Joe 1/3/2003
30. Asparagus 1/3/2003
31. The Battle Of Hastings 1/3/2003
32. Albert Down Under 1/1/2004
33. George And The Dragon 1/3/2003
34. Albert's Return 1/3/2003
35. Magna Carta 1/3/2003
36. Albert And The Lion 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Marriott Edgar

Albert And The Lion

There's a famous seaside place called Blackpool,
That's noted for fresh air and fun,
And Mr and Mrs Ramsbottom
Went there with young Albert, their son.

A grand little lad was young Albert,
All dressed in his best; quite a swell
With a stick with an 'orse's 'ead 'andle,
The finest that Woolworth's could sell.

They didn't think much of the Ocean:
The waves, they were fiddlin' and small,
There was no wrecks and nobody drownded,
Fact, nothing to laugh at at all.

So, seeking for further amusement,
They paid and went into the Zoo,
Where they'd ...

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The Return Of Albert

You've 'eard 'ow young Albert Ramsbottom,
In the Zoo up at Blackpool one year,
With a stick and 'orse's 'ead 'andle,
Gave a lion a poke in the ear.

The name of the lion was Wallace,
The poke in the ear made 'im wild;
And before you could say 'Bob's your Uncle,'
'E'd up and 'e'd swallered the child.

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