William Schwenck Gilbert
William Schwenck Gilbert Poems
|161.||Damon Vs. Pythias||1/1/2004|
|162.||A Merry Madrigal||1/1/2004|
|164.||When A Merry Maiden Marries||1/1/2004|
|165.||The Yarn Of The Nancy Bell||1/1/2004|
|166.||A Classical Revival||1/1/2004|
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The Yarn Of The Nancy Bell
'Twas on the shores that round our coast
From Deal to Ramsgate span,
That I found alone on a piece of stone
An elderly naval man.
His hair was weedy, his beard was long,
And weedy and long was he,
And I heard this wight on the shore recite,
In a singular minor key:
"Oh, I am a cook and a captain bold,
And the mate of the NANCY brig,
And a bo'sun tight, and a midshipmite,
And the crew of the captain's gig."
And he shook his fists and he tore his hair,
Till I really felt afraid,
For I couldn't help thinking the man had been drinking,
The Judge's Song
When I, good friends, was called to the Bar,
I'd an appetite fresh and hearty,
But I was, as many young barristers are,
An impecunious party.
I'd a swallow-tail coat of a beautiful blue -
A brief which was brought by a booby -
A couple of shirts and a collar or two,
And a ring that looked like a ruby!