You've 'eard of Samuel Small, per'aps?
A lad of bull-dog breed,
Oo saved 'is Sergeant-Major's life;
(A most unusual deed).
At Waterloo 'e fought and bled,
And when the war was won,
The King a medal struck for Sam,
Because of what 'e'd done.
So Sam came up to Palace Gates,
In famous London Town;
A Sentry in a Busby 'at
Was walkin' up and down.
The Sentry stopped and looked at Sam,
"Excuse me, mate," said he.
"Might you be Private Samuel Small?"
And Sam said, "Ay, that's me!"
"Well, go on in," said Sentry, "Quick!"
And gave the gate a slam,
"King's got a medal there for thee!"
"I know 'e 'as," said Sam.
Well, Sam pushed open Palace Door
And stood in 'oly 'ush;
He found himself inside a room,
All marble busts and plush.
Archbishop in a red cocked 'at,
And breeches white and blue,
said, "ls your name Sam Small, my lad?"
"It is", said Sam, "'Ow do!"
"Don't loiter, then," says Bishop, sharp,
Like nursemaid wi' a pram.
"The King's got medal there for thee.'
"I know 'e 'as!" said Sam.