THIS is the tale of Elizabeth Ann, Who went away with her fancy man. Ann was a girl who hadn't a gown As fine as the ladies who walk the town. All day long from seven to six Ann was polishing candlesticks, For Bishops and crapulous Millionaires To buy for their altars or bed-chambers. And youth in a year and a year will pass, But there's never an end of polishing brass. All day long from seven to six -- Seventy thousand candlesticks. So frail and lewd Elizabeth Ann Went away with her fancy man. You Bishops and crapulous Millionaires, Give her your charity, give her your prayers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BELLS OF YOUTH by WILLIAM SHARP ON THE MOOR by ROBERT ADAMSON (1832-) PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 49. AL-MAJID by EDWIN ARNOLD PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 63. AL-HAIY by EDWIN ARNOLD IN ANSWER TO QUESTION FROM GREEK GRAMMAR: WHAT FUTURES SPEAK by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: A LOFTY MIND by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |