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Iain
27th August 2005, 06:53 PM
Heard this on the radio a few days ago, I've decided to use for a few functions. By Marriott Edgar (Edgar G Marriott), one of his many hilarious monologues from the 1930's.


There's a famous seaside place called Blackpool,
That's noted for fresh-air and fun,
And Mr and Mrs Ramsbottom
Went there with young Albert, their son.

A grand little lad was their Albert
All dressed in his best; quite a swell
'E'd a stick with an 'orse's 'ead 'andle
The finest that Woolworth's could sell.

They didn't think much to the ocean
The waves, they was fiddlin' and small
There was no wrecks... nobody drownded
'Fact, nothing to laugh at, at all.

So, seeking for further amusement
They paid and went into the zoo
Where they'd lions and tigers and cam-els
And old ale and sandwiches too.

There were one great big lion called Wallace
His nose were all covered with scars
He lay in a som-no-lent posture
With the side of his face to the bars.

Now Albert had heard about lions
How they were ferocious and wild
And to see Wallace lying so peaceful
Well... it didn't seem right to the child.

So straight 'way the brave little feller
Not showing a morsel of fear
Took 'is stick with the'orse's 'ead 'andle
And pushed it in Wallace's ear!

You could see that the lion didn't like it
For giving a kind of a roll
He pulled Albert inside the cage with 'im
And swallowed the little lad... whole!

Then Pa, who had seen the occurrence
And didn't know what to do next
Said, "Mother! Yon lions 'et Albert"
And Mother said "Eeh, I am vexed!"




So Mr and Mrs Ramsbottom
Quite rightly, when all's said and done
Complained to the Animal Keeper
That the lion had eaten their son.

The keeper was quite nice about it
He said, "What a nasty mishap
Are you sure that it's your lad he's eaten?"
Pa said, "Am I sure? There's his cap!"

So the manager had to be sent for
He came and he said, "What's to do?"
Pa said, "Yon lion's 'eaten our Albert
And 'im in his Sunday clothes, too."

Then Mother said, "Right's right, young feller
I think it's a shame and a sin
For a lion to go and eat Albert
And after we've paid to come in!"

The manager wanted no trouble
He took out his purse right away
And said, "How much to settle the matter?"
And Pa said "What do you usually pay?"

But Mother had turned a bit awkward
When she thought where her Albert had gone
She said, "No! someone's got to be summonsed"
So that were decided upon.

Round they went to the Police Station
In front of a Magistrate chap
They told 'im what happened to Albert
And proved it by showing his cap.

The Magistrate gave his o-pinion
That no-one was really to blame
He said that he hoped the Ramsbottoms
Would have further sons to their name.

At that Mother got proper blazing
"And thank you, sir, kindly," said she
"What waste all our lives raising children
To feed ruddy lions? Not me!"

journeyman Mick
27th August 2005, 07:03 PM
Iain,
had to laugh, I used to listen to this old chap from Lancashire (with a very thick accent) recite this. There's some more, one about a "recumbent posture" and another about them getting caught by the tide and haggling with the ferryman. Please post if you find more. :)

Mick

Iain
27th August 2005, 07:06 PM
Stanley Holloway was the recitist (????), I have the lot
http://www.monologues.co.uk/Albert_and_the_Lion.htm
He really was dry and I love that style of humour :D

journeyman Mick
27th August 2005, 07:32 PM
Iain,
listened to this old chap live (not Stanley Holloway), a friend of ours.

Mick

ROB NZ
27th August 2005, 08:53 PM
Now there's an Australian sequel to the LIon and Albert:

Go to the website quoted .....monologues....etc, and you'll find that the Lion gets sent to Taronga Park Zoo.

I won't spoil the story, read for yourselves.

silentC
29th August 2005, 10:04 AM
Much to his Mum and Dad's dismay
Horace ate himself one day.
He didn't stop to say his grace,
He just sat down and ate his face.

"We can't have this his Dad declared,
"If that lad's ate, he should be shared."
But even as he spoke they saw
Horace eating more and more:

First his legs and then his thighs,
His arms, his nose, his hair, his eyes...
"Stop him someone!" Mother cried
"Those eyeballs would be better fried!"

But all too late, for they were gone,
And he had started on his dong...
"Oh! foolish child!" the father mourns
"You could have deep-fried that with prawns,

Some parsley and some tartar sauce..."
But H. was on his second course:
His liver and his lights and lung,
His ears, his neck, his chin, his tongue;

"To think I raised him from the cot
And now he's going to scoff the lot!"
His Mother cried: "What shall we do?
What's left won't even make a stew..."

And as she wept, her son was seen
To eat his head, his heart, his spleen.
And there he lay: a boy no more,
Just a stomach, on the floor...

None the less, since it was his
They ate it – that's what haggis is.

doublejay
29th August 2005, 04:56 PM
Thanks for the link. That is a wonderful site if you're sense of humour is so inclined. I particularly liked this one about a village cricket match (http://monologues.co.uk/Alan_Lavercombe/Annual_Cricket_Match.htm).

Iain
29th August 2005, 05:09 PM
Should post that on the Unnofficial Cricket Thread, it needs some livening up.
Reminds me of a village I lived in, probably the same people, the gentry simply were not allowed to lose, right Vicar?