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Page 120 - Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling Your ring? " Said the Piggy,
Page 120 - The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea In a beautiful pea-green boat: They took some honey, and plenty of money Wrapped up in a five-pound note. The Owl looked up to the stars above, And sang to a small guitar, "O lovely Pussy, O Pussy, my love, What a beautiful Pussy you are, You are, You are!
Page 103 - And we cheerily put to sea; And we left the crew of the junk to chew The bark of the rubagub tree.
Page 103 - The boatswain's mate was very sedate, Yet fond of amusement, too; And he played hop-scotch with the starboard watch, While the captain tickled the crew. And the gunner we had was apparently mad, For he sat on the after rail, And fired salutes with the captain's boots, In the teeth of the booming gale.
Page 92 - First flower of their wilderness ! Star of their night, Calm rising through change and through storm! " To thy bowers we were led in the bloom of our youth, From the home of our...
Page 103 - And fired salutes with the captain's boots, In the teeth of the booming gale! The captain sat on the Commodore's hat, And dined in a royal way, Off toasted pigs and pickles and figs And gunnery bread each day.
Page 142 - O relic and type of our ancestors' worth That has long kept their memory warm, First flower of their wilderness, star of their night, Calm rising through change and through storm.
Page 103 - The cook was Dutch and behaved as such, For the diet he gave the crew Was a number of tons of hot cross-buns, Served up with sugar and glue. All nautical pride we laid aside, And we cast our vessel ashore, On the Gulliby Isles, where the Poo-Poo smiles And the Rumpletum-Bunders roar. We sat on the edge of a sandy ledge, And shot at the whistling bee: And the cinnamon bats wore waterproof hats, As they danced by the sounding sea. On Rug-gub bark, from dawn till dark, We fed, till we all had grown...
Page 102 - A capital ship for an ocean trip Was the "Walloping Window-blind"; No gale that blew dismayed her crew Or troubled the captain's mind. The man at the wheel was taught to feel Contempt for the wildest blow, And it often appeared, when the weather had cleared, That he'd been in his bunk below. "The...