Charlie is my darling.

On Agincourt's  field,

yield and desist,

this ancient tryst,

magical Avalon mist.

A comet in the tide of time,

buddy can you spare a dime?

where the fool?

on this the day of the king.

The bells do ring,

the flags a flutter,

6 pence off a pound of butter,

choirs do sing.

So settled with the salmon sandwiches,

a trifle of travelling pitches,

bedeck the wagons,

drink dry the flagons,

A man's got a new hat

and that's that.

~

Image. Chimney sweep, Erdington, Birmingham.