Soggy Moggy

 

A valiant young lass from Nanking,

Excelled at the sport of dunking;

Pushing William Rees Moggy,

Into a bog made him soggy,

And he’s falling to pieces, poor thing;

 

Now he’s weeping and wailing for nanny,

Is that great soft Victorian fanny;

He’s a compulsive liar,

Who belongs in the mire;

His resemblance to slime is uncanny.

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From the lamplight of the factories, to the smoke and endless fumes
The workers toiled from dawn till dusk on ever spinning looms,
Ne'er did these places hear the sound of each bitter tear cried,
These were the places where some were born and just as many died.   The workhouses and squats of Victoria's kingdom fare,
Never saw many smiles, although many memories formed there,
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