Anyone up for a tenner, son?
On either side ABers sit
Long threads of angst, some of wit
That vent the spleen and make teeth grit
And thro it all Ed reads what's writ
To AB you do Come-A-Lot
And down and down ABers go,
Gazing in the dungeon below
Galleyed slaves, row upon row,
The land of That's Your Lot!
Faces whiten, fingers quiver,
Little faces dusk and shiver
Through bans that run for ever
By the grace of Ed, The Giver
Flowing down to Come-A-Lot
Four grey walls, and four grey towers,
Overlook a space of followers,
And the silent Ed imbowers
The call of 'That's Your Lot !'
By the moderators, willow veil'd,
Slide the heavy bolts trail'd
By slow horses; and unhail'd
The shalloweth flitteth, now curtail'd
Skimming down to Come-A-Lot:
But who hath seen her wave her hand?
Or at the casement seen her stand?
Or is she known in all the land,
The Lady of 'That's Your Lot!'
<<better stop right there>>