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Government muddles departments dazed	A
Fear and confusion wherever he gazed	A
Order insulted authority spurned	B
Dread and distraction wherever he turned	B
Oh the great King Splosh was a sad sore king	C
With never a statesman to straighten the thing	C
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Glus all importunate urging their claims	D
With selfish intent and ulterior aims	D
Glugs with petitions for this and for that	E
Standing ten deep on the royal door mat	E
Raging when nobody answered their ring	C
Oh the great King Splosh was a careworn king	C
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And he looked to the right and he glanced to the left	F
And he glared at the roof like a monarch bereft	F
Of his wisdom and wits and his wealth all in one	G
And at least once a minute asked 'What's to be done '	-
But the Swanks stood around him and answered with groans	H
'Your majesty Gosh is half buried in stones '	-
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'How now ' cried the King 'Is there not in my land	I
One Glug who can cope with this dreadful demand	I
A rich man a poor man a beggar man thief	J
I reck not his rank so he lessen my grief	J
A soldier a sailor a ' Raising his head	K
With relief in his eye 'Now I mind me ' he said	K
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'I mind me a Tinker and what once befel	L
When I think on the whole he was treated not well	L
But he shall be honoured and he shall be famed	M
If he read me this riddle But how is he named	M
Some commonplace title like Simon No Sym	N
Go send out my riders and scour Gosh for him '	-
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They rode for a day to the sea in the South	O
Calling the name of him hand to the mouth	O
They rode for a day to the hills in the East	P
But signs of a tinker saw never the least	P
Then they rode to the North thro' a whole day long	Q
And paused in the even to hark to a song	Q
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'Kettles and pans Kettles and pans	R
Oh who can show tresses like Emily Ann's	R
Brown in the shadow and gold at the tips	S
Bright as the smile on her beckoning lips	S
Bring out your kettle kettle or pan	T
So I buy me a ribband for Emily Ann '	-
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With his feet in the grass and his back to a tree	U
Merry as only a tinker can be	U
Busily tinkering mending a pan	T
Singing as only a merry man can	T
'Sym ' cried the riders ' 'Tis thus you are styled '	-
And he paused in his singing and nodded and smiled	V
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Said he 'Last eve when the sun was low	L
Down thro' the bracken I watched her go	L
Down thro' the bracken with simple grace	W
And the glory of eve shone full on her face	W
And there on the sky line it lingered a span	T
So loth to be leaving my Emily Arm '	-
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With hands to their faces the riders smiled	V
'Sym ' they said 'be it so you're styled	V
Behold great Splosh our sorrowing King	C
Has sent us hither that we may bring	C
To the palace in Gosh a Glug so named	M
That he may be honoured and justly famed '	-
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'Yet ' said Sym as he tinkered his can	T
'What should you know of her Emily Ann	T
Early as cock crow yester morn	X
I watched young sunbeams newly born	X
As out of the East they frolicked and ran	T
Eager to greet her my Emily Arm '	-
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'King Splosh ' said the riders 'is bowed with grief	J
And the glory of Gosh is a yellowing leaf	J
Up with you Tinker There's work ahead	K
With a King forsaken and Swanks in dread	K
To whom may we turn for the salving of man '	-
And Sym he answered them 'Emily Ann '	-
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Said he 'Whenever I watch her pass	Y
With her skirts so high o'er the dew wet grass	Y
I envy every blade the bruise	Z
It earns in the cause of her twinkling shoes	Z
Oh the dew wet grass where this morn she ran	T
Was doubly jewelled for Emily Ann '	-
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'But haste ' they cried 'By the palace gates	A2
A sorrowing king for a tinker waits	A2
And what shall we answer our Lord the King	C
If never a tinker hence we bring	C
To tinker a kingdom so sore amiss '	-
But Sym he said to them 'Answer him this	B2
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'Every eve when the clock chimes eight	C2
I kiss her fair by her mother's gate	C2
Twice all reverent on the brow	D2
Once for a pray'r and once for a vow	D2
Twice on her eyes that they may shine	E2
Then full on the mouth because she's mine ''	-
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'Calf ' sneered the riders 'O Tinker heed	F2
Mount and away with us we must speed	F2
All Gosh is agog for the coming of Sym	N
Garlands and greatness are waiting for him	N
Garlands of roses and garments of red	K
And a chaplet for crowning a conqueror's head '	-
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'Listen ' quoth Sym as he stirred his fire	G2
'Once in my life have I known desire	G2
Then Oh but the touch of her kindled a flame	H2
That burns as a sun by the candle of fame	H2
And a blessing and boon for a poor tinker man	T
Looks out from the eyes of my Emily Ann '	-
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Then they said to him 'Fool Do you cast aside	I2
Promise of honour and place and pride	I2
Gold for the asking and power o'er men	J2
Working your will with the stroke of a pen	J2
Vexed were the King if you ride not with us '	-
But Sym he said to them 'Answer him thus	K2
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'Ease and honour and leave to live	L2
These are the gifts that a king may give	M2
'Twas over the meadow I saw her first	N2
And my lips grew parched like a man athirst	N2
Oh my treasure was ne'er in the gift of man	T
For the gods have given me Emily Ann '	-
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'Listen ' said they 'O you crazy Sym	N
Roses perish and eyes grow dim	N
Lustre fades from the fairest hair	O2
Who weds a woman links arms with care	O2
But women there are in the city of Gosh	P2
Ay even the daughters of good King Splosh '	-
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'Care ' said Sym 'is a weed that springs	Q2
Even to day in the gardens of kings	Q2
And I who have lived 'neath the tent of the skies	R2
Know of the flowers and which to prize	R2
Give you good even For now I must jog '	-
And he whistled him once to his little red dog	S2
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Into the meadow and over the stile	L
Off went the tinker man singing the while	L
Down by the bracken patch over the hill	L
With the little red dog at the heel of him still	L
And back as he soberly sauntered along	Q
There came to the riders the tail of his song	Q
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'Kettles and pots Kettles and pans	R
Strong is my arm if the cause it be man's	R
But a fig for the cause of a cunning old king	C
For Emily Ann will be mine in the Spring	C
Then nought shall I labour for Splosh or his plans	R
Tho' I'll mend him a kettle Ho kettles and pans '	-

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

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