Poem By
Edgar Henry
Poor old Bill Prance,
Is a hard working man;
He makes the two ends meet,
As well as he can.
But, you know old Bill's wife,
She's a first rate old hand!
At her needle or washtub,
She can use both her hands.
And her long family,
Of course she's had ten;
But five are only living,
And they are a fine lot of men.
There is Fred, five feet eleven,
Bill, five feet ten;
Sid, a little shorter,
And Car just the same.
Now Carrie the daughter,
She's a fine handsome girl;
Her form - it is perfect,
And as straight as a rail.
Now Ned, is the youngest.
Of ten, which I've said;
And he will say anything
That comes in his head.
And on reading this ryme,
You will easily guess;
That there's a screw loose in one,
If perfect the rest.
William Prance.
Posing with a lobster like his father before him.
Probably Ann Prance (1815-) Daughter of John Prance
married to William Johns
