Finnegan Sir Harold and His Horse Part 3

The Lord Mayor received a letter, The Chief Constable the same, From the Big House in London, Signed a double-barrelled name. Harry Finnegan received a letter, Not the same of course; Tea at the City Hall next Tuesday And kindly bring your horse. There’s anticipation in the city, The worst there’s ever been; Finnegan’s horse has been invited To take tea with the Queen. Of course it’s really a secret. They don’t know why she's here. Harry Finnegan aint telling Even after twenty pints of beer. On arrival the queen got chilled As she was driven up and down Reading through the graffiti In the rougher part of town. And old Harry Finnegan, Being a perfect gent Lent her a horse blanket To use till she went. She said if she ever ever Needed a horse for the day, Like changing of the guards etc Could he ensure he wasn’t away. Then the Queen knighted Finnegan Though she said of course This isn’t for you Sir Harry It’s for your magnificent horse. They raised glasses in tribute to him And Phil the Greek pulled his mane; My dear old sir, he said, We shall surely meet again. Come up to the palace, Meet our Charlie and our Anne. They both like horses Andd she is your special fan. Then as they set off back to London. Harry Finnegan’s old horse started Laughing and laughing and laughing And very discretely, land lazily far-ed. Sir Harold Finnegan still loves his horse Though not in any carnal sense, of course.