Classic Poem

I am a German just arrived,
With you for to be mingling,
My passage it was paid,
From Germany to England;
To wed your blooming Queen.
For better or worse I take her,
My father is a duke,
And I'm a sausage maker.

Here I am in rags and jags,
Come from the land of all dirt,
I married England's Queen.
My name it is young Albert.

I am a cousin to the Queen,
And our mothers they are cronies,
My father lives at home,
And deals in nice polonies:
Lots of sour crout and broom,
For money he'll be giving,
And by working very hard,
He gets a tidy living.

Here I am, &c.

She says now we are wed.
I must not dare to tease her,
But strive both day and night,
All e'er I can to please her,
I told her I would do
For her all I was able,
And when she had a son
I would sit and rock the cradle.

Here I am, &c.