I’mlearning a lesson uponKing John:A very great rascal was he.He murdered Prince Arthur,’Cause England would ratherThe Prince should her sovereign be.I’m learning a lesson uponKing John:A coward and craven was he.Up rose every baronAnd said, “We’ll make war onThis king as our worst enemee!”They beat him in many a field;“Now yield!”Cried they, “or Your Grace we must slay!Or else, let us barter!You’ll sign Magna Charta,And we’ll take the soldiers away.”He signed in a terrible hurry,And flurry;But soon as the soldiers were gone,This pitiful fellowDid shriek, howl and bellow,To think of the thing he had done.He bit, and he scratched, and he kicked,And lickedEvery person that came in his way;He murdered their spousesAnd burned up their houses,Behaved in an odious way.One night he took tea with some monks,(Old hunks!Just to save his own supper at home!)But he put on such airsThat they poisoned his pears,Which concludes both his life and my pome.
I’mlearning a lesson uponKing John:A very great rascal was he.He murdered Prince Arthur,’Cause England would ratherThe Prince should her sovereign be.I’m learning a lesson uponKing John:A coward and craven was he.Up rose every baronAnd said, “We’ll make war onThis king as our worst enemee!”They beat him in many a field;“Now yield!”Cried they, “or Your Grace we must slay!Or else, let us barter!You’ll sign Magna Charta,And we’ll take the soldiers away.”He signed in a terrible hurry,And flurry;But soon as the soldiers were gone,This pitiful fellowDid shriek, howl and bellow,To think of the thing he had done.He bit, and he scratched, and he kicked,And lickedEvery person that came in his way;He murdered their spousesAnd burned up their houses,Behaved in an odious way.One night he took tea with some monks,(Old hunks!Just to save his own supper at home!)But he put on such airsThat they poisoned his pears,Which concludes both his life and my pome.
I’mlearning a lesson uponKing John:A very great rascal was he.He murdered Prince Arthur,’Cause England would ratherThe Prince should her sovereign be.
I’mlearning a lesson upon
King John:
A very great rascal was he.
He murdered Prince Arthur,
’Cause England would rather
The Prince should her sovereign be.
I’m learning a lesson uponKing John:A coward and craven was he.Up rose every baronAnd said, “We’ll make war onThis king as our worst enemee!”
I’m learning a lesson upon
King John:
A coward and craven was he.
Up rose every baron
And said, “We’ll make war on
This king as our worst enemee!”
They beat him in many a field;“Now yield!”Cried they, “or Your Grace we must slay!Or else, let us barter!You’ll sign Magna Charta,And we’ll take the soldiers away.”
They beat him in many a field;
“Now yield!”
Cried they, “or Your Grace we must slay!
Or else, let us barter!
You’ll sign Magna Charta,
And we’ll take the soldiers away.”
He signed in a terrible hurry,And flurry;But soon as the soldiers were gone,This pitiful fellowDid shriek, howl and bellow,To think of the thing he had done.
He signed in a terrible hurry,
And flurry;
But soon as the soldiers were gone,
This pitiful fellow
Did shriek, howl and bellow,
To think of the thing he had done.
He bit, and he scratched, and he kicked,And lickedEvery person that came in his way;He murdered their spousesAnd burned up their houses,Behaved in an odious way.
He bit, and he scratched, and he kicked,
And licked
Every person that came in his way;
He murdered their spouses
And burned up their houses,
Behaved in an odious way.
One night he took tea with some monks,(Old hunks!Just to save his own supper at home!)But he put on such airsThat they poisoned his pears,Which concludes both his life and my pome.
One night he took tea with some monks,
(Old hunks!
Just to save his own supper at home!)
But he put on such airs
That they poisoned his pears,
Which concludes both his life and my pome.