SHAKESPEARE.
I dream to-day of you, William, I dream to-day of you ; 'Tis sad to think you never gav« The Press an interview, And so it is denied to us To know, beyond all hope. What was your favourite soap, William, Tour favourite brand of soap.
We should so love to hear William, So dearly love to hear If you enjoyed a quiet pipe, And whether you liked beer. And whether barbers shaved youi chin, Or—careful of your pelf— You always shaved yourself, William, Shaved your chin yourself.
We're told despite your fame, William, Despite your wondrous fame, That you were not yourself at all, But had another name. They say those Plays were Bacon's works, And if they say what's true, Then who on earth were you, William Who on earth were you? —Coulson.
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King Country Chronicle, Volume VII, Issue 541, 12 February 1913, Page 2
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135SHAKESPEARE. King Country Chronicle, Volume VII, Issue 541, 12 February 1913, Page 2
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