An 18th-century vagabond in England,
exhausted and famished,
came to a roadside inn with a sign reading,
ââ¬ÅGeorge and the Dragon.ââ¬Â
He knocked.
The innkeeperââ¬â¢s wife stuck her head out of a window
ââ¬ÅCould ye spare some victuals?ââ¬Â he asked.
The woman glanced at his shabby, dirty clothes.
ââ¬ÅNo!ââ¬Â she shouted
ââ¬ÅCould I have a pint of ale?ââ¬Â
ââ¬ÅNo!ââ¬Â she shouted
ââ¬ÅCould I at least sleep in your stable?ââ¬Â
ââ¬ÅNo!ââ¬Â she shouted again.
The vagabond said,
ââ¬ÅMight I pleaseââ¬Â¦Ã¢â¬Â
ââ¬ÅWhat now?ââ¬Â the woman screeched,
not allowing him to finish
ââ¬ÅDââ¬â¢ye suppose,ââ¬Â he asked,
ââ¬Åthat I might have a word with George?ââ¬Â
exhausted and famished,
came to a roadside inn with a sign reading,
ââ¬ÅGeorge and the Dragon.ââ¬Â
He knocked.
The innkeeperââ¬â¢s wife stuck her head out of a window
ââ¬ÅCould ye spare some victuals?ââ¬Â he asked.
The woman glanced at his shabby, dirty clothes.
ââ¬ÅNo!ââ¬Â she shouted
ââ¬ÅCould I have a pint of ale?ââ¬Â
ââ¬ÅNo!ââ¬Â she shouted
ââ¬ÅCould I at least sleep in your stable?ââ¬Â
ââ¬ÅNo!ââ¬Â she shouted again.
The vagabond said,
ââ¬ÅMight I pleaseââ¬Â¦Ã¢â¬Â
ââ¬ÅWhat now?ââ¬Â the woman screeched,
not allowing him to finish
ââ¬ÅDââ¬â¢ye suppose,ââ¬Â he asked,
ââ¬Åthat I might have a word with George?ââ¬Â
