Finnegan Sir Harold and His Horse Part 3
The Lord Mayor received a letter,
The Chief Constable the same,
From the Big House in London,
Signed a double-barrelled name.
Harry Finnegan received a letter,
Not the same of course;
Tea at the City Hall next Tuesday
And kindly bring your horse.
There’s anticipation in the city,
The worst there’s ever been;
Finnegan’s horse has been invited
To take tea with the Queen.
Of course it’s really a secret.
They don’t know why she's here.
Harry Finnegan aint telling
Even after twenty pints of beer.
On arrival the queen got chilled
As she was driven up and down
Reading through the graffiti
In the rougher part of town.
And old Harry Finnegan,
Being a perfect gent
Lent her a horse blanket
To use till she went.
She said if she ever ever
Needed a horse for the day,
Like changing of the guards etc
Could he ensure he wasn’t away.
Then the Queen knighted Finnegan
Though she said of course
This isn’t for you Sir Harry
It’s for your magnificent horse.
They raised glasses in tribute to him
And Phil the Greek pulled his mane;
My dear old sir, he said,
We shall surely meet again.
Come up to the palace,
Meet our Charlie and our Anne.
They both like horses
Andd she is your special fan.
Then as they set off back to London.
Harry Finnegan’s old horse started
Laughing and laughing and laughing
And very discretely, land lazily far-ed.
Sir Harold Finnegan still loves his horse
Though not in any carnal sense, of course.
Copyright © Terry Ireland | Year Posted 2022
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