Emil Miller
09-29-2012, 10:33 AM
When wandering in Southern climes
I heard the sound of distant chimes
And hurried to from whence they came
To find a palace of great fame.
A clock was mounted in its walls
And marked with each and every chime
The history of England's prime
An ancient swain sat on a stile;
Upon his face he wore a smile,
'Oh tell me swain, what is this place?'
He shook his locks so hoary,
'Doest thou mean Sir you've never heard
This house so steeped in glory?'
'I've said as much, so what's it called
this edifice so stoutly walled.'
He condescended loudly, my ignorance to parry,
'Why Hampton Court's the name of course,
The home of good King Harry.
But if therein thou wouldst wander,
Thou must thru' those turnstiles go,
They that stand at entrance yonder
Collecting tithes from friend or foe.'
'Good swain of coin I have not any
But there's one thing I needs must know.'
'And what's that Sir', the swain replied.
'Why calleth one this palace so?'
He gave a smile before he said:
'It's all due to King Harry.
Who, returning from the tavern,
Didn't like to tarry.
One night when he was rather drunk,
Much drunker than he ought,
When going thru' the turnstiles
He got his hampton caught.
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I heard the sound of distant chimes
And hurried to from whence they came
To find a palace of great fame.
A clock was mounted in its walls
And marked with each and every chime
The history of England's prime
An ancient swain sat on a stile;
Upon his face he wore a smile,
'Oh tell me swain, what is this place?'
He shook his locks so hoary,
'Doest thou mean Sir you've never heard
This house so steeped in glory?'
'I've said as much, so what's it called
this edifice so stoutly walled.'
He condescended loudly, my ignorance to parry,
'Why Hampton Court's the name of course,
The home of good King Harry.
But if therein thou wouldst wander,
Thou must thru' those turnstiles go,
They that stand at entrance yonder
Collecting tithes from friend or foe.'
'Good swain of coin I have not any
But there's one thing I needs must know.'
'And what's that Sir', the swain replied.
'Why calleth one this palace so?'
He gave a smile before he said:
'It's all due to King Harry.
Who, returning from the tavern,
Didn't like to tarry.
One night when he was rather drunk,
Much drunker than he ought,
When going thru' the turnstiles
He got his hampton caught.
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