Richard Prichard

Richard Prichard Once was wretched But now owns a golden land Where diamonds and pearls rock his feet Like giant balls of sand He remembered the time he was poor And how people treated him so How he waved to the miller’s daughter Each day But she won’t say hello He remember the time He had no food to eat Except a morsel of porridge That fell to his feet! From the cook’s table Each time they meet To engage Richard to brush his teeth Richard Prichard Once was wretched But now he is a rich man He remember the things his mother use to say That you will eat from the toils of your hand And if it fails Get an education And never underestimate The powers of your mind As time and chance Is all it takes for you? To leave all that behind Richard Prichard Once was wretched Was charged with stealing a pie And the penalty under the law says that Richard must die But the maid who made the allegation had told a lie She couldn’t recognize the thief when he ran by Richard Prichard was taken to Cornwall Before the magistrate at Canterbury Street The magistrate told Richard to stand up And to be on his feet He called Richard a thief and wretch in open court He commanded the jailer to take him back to prison On the spot The magistrate took a bribe And let Anthony go After he had sold a bag of sand for salt But pretended he didn’t know $50,000 he took Set a guilty man free without looking at his book