Bab Ballads and Savoy Songs By: W. S. (William Schwenck) Gilbert (1836-1911)
First Page: BAB BALLADS AND SAVOY SONGS by W. H. GILBERT Philadelphia Henry Altemus [Illustration: BAB BALLADS AND SAVOY SONGS [Illustration] CONTENTS The Yarn of the "Nancy Bell" Captain Reece The Bishop and the Busman The Folly of Brown The Three Kings of Chickeraboo The Bishop of Rum ti Foo To the Terrestrial Globe General John Sir Guy the Crusader King Borria Bungalee Boo The Troubadour The Force of Argument Only a Dancing Girl The Sensation Captain The Periwinkle Girl Bob Polter Gentle Alice Brown Ben Allah Achmet The Englishman The Disagreeable Man The Modern Major General The Heavy Dragoon Only Roses They'll None of 'Em Be Missed The Policeman's Lot An Appeal Eheu Fugaces ! A Recipe The First Lord's Song When a Merry Maiden Marries The Suicide's Grave He and She The Lord Chancellor's Song Willow Waly The Usher's Charge King Goodheart The Tangled Skein Girl Graduates The Ape and the Lady Sans Souci The British Tar The Coming Bye and Bye The Sorcerer's Song Speculation The Duke of Plaza Toro The Reward of Merit When I First Put This Uniform On Said I to Myself, Said I The Family Fool The Philosophic Pill The Contemplative Sentry Sorry Her Lot The Judge's Song True Diffidence The Highly Respectable Gondolier Don't Forget The Darned Mounseer The Humane Mikado The House of Peers The Æsthete Proper Pride The Baffled Grumbler The Working Monarch The Rover's Apology Would You Know The Magnet and the Churn Braid the Raven Hair Is Life a Boon? A Mirage A Merry Madrigal The Love Sick Boy THE BAB BALLADS. 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, And so I simply said: "Oh, elderly man it's little I know Of the duties of men of the sea, And I'll eat my hand if I understand How you can possibly be "At once 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." Then he gave a hitch to his trousers, which Is a trick all seamen larn, And having got rid of a thumping quid, He spun this painful yarn: "'Twas in the good ship Nancy Bell That we sailed to the Indian sea, And there on a reef we come to grief, Which has often occurred to me. "And pretty nigh all o' the crew was drowned (There was seventy seven o' soul), And only ten of the Nancy's men Said 'Here!' to the muster roll. "There was me and the cook and the captain bold, And the mate of the Nancy brig, And the bo'sun tight and a midshipmite, And the crew of the captain's gig. "For a month we'd neither wittles nor drink, Till a hungry we did feel, So, we drawed a lot, and, accordin' shot The captain for our meal. "The next lot fell to the Nancy's mate, And a delicate dish he made; Then our appetite with the midshipmite We seven survivors stayed. "And then we murdered the bo'sun tight, And he much resembled pig; Then we wittled free, did the cook and me, On the crew of the captain's gig. "Then only the cook and me was left, And the delicate question, 'Which Of us two goes to the kettle?' arose, And we argued it out as sich... Continue reading book >>

Bab Ballads and Savoy Songs By: W. S. (William Schwenck) Gilbert (1836-1911)

First Page:

BAB BALLADS AND SAVOY SONGS

W. H. GILBERT

Philadelphia Henry Altemus

[Illustration: BAB BALLADS AND SAVOY SONGS

[Illustration]

CONTENTS

The Yarn of the "Nancy Bell"

Captain Reece

The Bishop and the Busman

The Folly of Brown

The Three Kings of Chickeraboo

The Bishop of Rum ti Foo

To the Terrestrial Globe

General John

Sir Guy the Crusader

King Borria Bungalee Boo

The Troubadour

The Force of Argument

Only a Dancing Girl

The Sensation Captain

The Periwinkle Girl

Bob Polter

Gentle Alice Brown

Ben Allah Achmet

The Englishman

The Disagreeable Man

The Modern Major General

The Heavy Dragoon

Only Roses

They'll None of 'Em Be Missed

The Policeman's Lot

An Appeal

Eheu Fugaces !

A Recipe

The First Lord's Song

When a Merry Maiden Marries

The Suicide's Grave

He and She

The Lord Chancellor's Song

Willow Waly

The Usher's Charge

King Goodheart

The Tangled Skein

Girl Graduates

The Ape and the Lady

Sans Souci

The British Tar

The Coming Bye and Bye

The Sorcerer's Song

Speculation

The Duke of Plaza Toro

The Reward of Merit

When I First Put This Uniform On

Said I to Myself, Said I

The Family Fool

The Philosophic Pill

The Contemplative Sentry

Sorry Her Lot

The Judge's Song

True Diffidence

The Highly Respectable Gondolier

Don't Forget

The Darned Mounseer

The Humane Mikado

The House of Peers

The Æsthete

Proper Pride

The Baffled Grumbler

The Working Monarch

The Rover's Apology

Would You Know

The Magnet and the Churn

Braid the Raven Hair

Is Life a Boon?

A Mirage

A Merry Madrigal

The Love Sick Boy

THE BAB BALLADS.

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, And so I simply said:

"Oh, elderly man it's little I know Of the duties of men of the sea, And I'll eat my hand if I understand How you can possibly be

"At once 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."

Then he gave a hitch to his trousers, which Is a trick all seamen larn, And having got rid of a thumping quid, He spun this painful yarn:

"'Twas in the good ship Nancy Bell That we sailed to the Indian sea, And there on a reef we come to grief, Which has often occurred to me.

"And pretty nigh all o' the crew was drowned (There was seventy seven o' soul), And only ten of the Nancy's men Said 'Here!' to the muster roll.

"There was me and the cook and the captain bold, And the mate of the Nancy brig, And the bo'sun tight and a midshipmite, And the crew of the captain's gig.

"For a month we'd neither wittles nor drink, Till a hungry we did feel, So, we drawed a lot, and, accordin' shot The captain for our meal.

"The next lot fell to the Nancy's mate, And a delicate dish he made; Then our appetite with the midshipmite We seven survivors stayed.

"And then we murdered the bo'sun tight, And he much resembled pig; Then we wittled free, did the cook and me, On the crew of the captain's gig.

"Then only the cook and me was left, And the delicate question, 'Which Of us two goes to the kettle?' arose, And we argued it out as sich... Continue reading book >>

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