And was George afraid? Yes, he was and he run,
And he hid there in one of the ditches,
While the Dragon, the pig, ate his ferrets and pup
Aye, best of his prize-winning err... she dogs.
Then George said "Gad zooks! I'll split thee to the wizzen
By Gum, but he were in a fury,
And he runs to a junk shop, and buys a spear,
And he pinches a Drayhourse from Brew'ry.
Then he sallies forth with a teatray on chest,
On his head he'd a big copper kettle,
With a couple of flat irons to throw at the Dragon,
Owd George were a real man of mettle!
At last he meets Dragon beside of the pump,
Dragon sees him and breathes fire and slaughter,
But George he were ready and in Dragon's mouth,
He just throws a big pail of water!
The Dragon's breath sizzled, he'd put out the fire,
Our family are all clever fellows!
Then so as that owd Dragon can't blow up more fire,
With his big spear he punctures his bellows.
Then finding he'd killed it he out with his knife,
He had gumption beside other merits -
And he cuts open Dragon, and under it's vest,
Safe and sound are the pup and the ferrets.
That night the Old Baron gave Uncle his bride,
When he saw her he fainted with horror,
She'd a face like a kite, worse than that the old Baron
Said "George, you'll be Saint George tomorrow."
'Course, as St. George t'were no drinking nor smoking,
They barred him horse racing as well,
And poor old St. George, when he looked at his Bride,
Used to wish that old Dragon to... Blazes!
And he got so fed up with this being a Saint,
And the Princess he'd won always naggin',
That he bunked off one day and he opened a pub,
And he called it the 'George and the Dragon'.
And he did a fine trade, eh, for years and for years.
People all came from near and from far there
Just to see Uncle George and the Dragon which he had had,
Stuffed and hung up in the bar there.
T'were a thousand feet long and three hundred feet wide,
But one day while a big crowd observed it,
It fell off the nail, and squashed Uncle George,
And the blinking old liar deserved it.