lirik lagu joyce grenfell - about john
john vavassour de quentin jones
was very fond of throwing stones
at horses, people, passing trains
but ‘specially at window panes
like many of the upper class
he loved the sound of broken glass
it bucked him up and made him gay
it was his favorite form of play
but the amus~m~nt cost him dear
my children, as you now shall hear
john vavassour de quentin had
an uncle who adored the lad
and often chuckled, “wait until
you see what’s left you in my will!”
nor were the words without import
because this uncle did a sort
of something in the city, which
had made him fabulously rich
(although his brother, john’s papa
was poor, as many fathers are,)
he had a lot of stocks and shares
and half a street in buenos aires1
a bank in rio, and a line
of steamers to the argentine
and options more than i can tell
and bits of canada as well;
he even had a mortgage on
the house inhabited by john
his will, the cause of all the fuss
was carefully indited thus :
“this is the last and solemn will
of uncle william— known as bill
i do bequeath, devise and give
by execution mandative
the whole amount of what i’ve got
(it comes to a tremendous lot!)
in seizin to devolve upon
my well~beloved nephew john
such was the legal instrument
expressing uncle bill’s intent
as time went on declining health
transmogrified this man of wealth;
and it was excellently clear
that uncle bill’s demise was near
at last his sole idea of fun
was sitting snoozling in the sun
so once, when he would take the air
they wheeled him in his patent chair
to where beside a little wood
a long abandoned green~house stood
and there he sank into a doze
of senile and inept repose
but not for long his drowsy ease!
a stone came whizzing through the trees
and caught him smartly in the eye
he woke with an appalling cry
and shrieked in agonizing tones:
“oh! lord! whoever’s throwing stones!”
miss charming, who was standing near
said: “that was master john, i fear!”
“go, get my ink~pot and my quill
my blotter and my famous will.”
miss charming flew as though on wings
to fetch these necessary things
and uncle william ran hoes pen
through “well~beloved john,” and then
proceeded, in the place of same
to substitute miss charming’s name:
who now resides in portman square
and is accepted everywhere
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