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Emagi Phillips Shilling

John Philips 'SPLENDID SHILLING'*(=5p/cents piece)

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Categories: shilling, money, poems,
Form: Shape

All For a Shilling a Day

All for a Shilling a Day
by Bob Moore © 2019
               
Back in 1810 when prison seemed my lot
The judge said “join the army, or in the cells you rot”
So I took the Kings Shilling, and enlisted for the pay
I became a

Categories: shilling, war,
Form: Rhyme

The Ten Shilling Note

As a very young boy of fourteen I set out one night through the week
To meet my girlfriend from Girl Guides, the beautiful Angelique

It was a dark and windy evening and just as I put on my coat
My dad said "Get me some fags son" and gave me a ten shilling note

I rode to the

Categories: shilling, age, childhood, dad, girlfriend,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

My Last Shilling

I came upon a wishing well

And a shilling there I cast,

Nothing happened, I wished I hadn't,

For that shilling was my last.

Categories: shilling, hope, humorous,
Form: Rhyme

Take the Kings Shilling

''Take The Kings Shilling''

   Volunteers  brisk march to a drumming refrain, 
   Men to war some inches to gain.
   To ''Not forget''; we now chose to review,
   Why did they go? Three feathers! from whom?
   Couldn't see the problems! didn't have a clue.

Categories: shilling, war,
Form: Verse

Japanese 10 Shilling Note At Kokoda In 1942

Kokoda Ten Shilling note.........................

Johnno had been out a tracking Japanese , in Kokoda's , misty green...
It was 1942, smell of death, slaughter so obscene.......
Suddenly two Japanese appeared, Don fired and death was there.......
Just pointed the old Tommy gun, two bursts two bodies, yair.....(aussie yeah)
Don checked the Officer first and found a ten bob note....
Invasion money

Categories: shilling, wardeath, old, day, death,
Form: Ballad

A Kings Shilling

Outstretched hands above the waves
Condemed to deep the cannons slaves
Before the mast they took their place
And take the cat at drumbeats pace

The Kings shilling and a tot of rum
Cannons hauled to the roll of drum
Sawdust strewn the blood to soak
Sweating palms but hearts of oak

A head of sail, battle flags fly
Such gallant men will fear

Categories: shilling, seamen,
Form: Rhyme