50 bab ballads(50篇巴布歌谣)-第3节
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want to hear her income stated (This is a point which interests me greatly)。
To quote the bard; 〃Oh! have I seen her lately?〃
Say; must I wait till husband number one Is comfortably stowed away
at Woking? How is her hair most usually done? And tell me; please; will
she object to smoking? The colour of her eyes; too; you may mention:
Come; Sibyl; prophesy … I'm all attention。
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Fifty 〃Bab〃 Ballads … Much Sound and Little Sense
Fifty 〃Bab〃 Ballads … Much Sound and Little Sense
OF all the youths I ever saw None were so wicked; vain; or silly; So
lost to shame and Sabbath law; As worldly TOM; and BOB; and BILLY。
For every Sabbath day they walked (Such was their gay and
thoughtless natur) In parks or gardens; where they talked From three to six;
or even later。
SIR MACKLIN was a priest severe In conduct and in conversation; It
did a sinner good to hear Him deal in ratiocination。
He could in every action show Some sin; and nobody could doubt him。
He argued high; he argued low; He also argued round about him。
He wept to think each thoughtless youth Contained of wickedness a
skinful; And burnt to teach the awful truth; That walking out on Sunday's
sinful。
〃Oh; youths;〃 said he; 〃I grieve to find The course of life you've been
and hit on … Sit down;〃 said he; 〃and never mind The pennies for the chairs
you sit on。
〃My opening head is 'Kensington;' How walking there the sinner
hardens; Which when I have enlarged upon; I go to 'Secondly' … its
'Gardens。'
〃My 'Thirdly' comprehendeth 'Hyde;' Of Secresy the guilts and
shameses; My 'Fourthly' … 'Park' … its verdure wide … My 'Fifthly'
comprehends 'St。 James's。'
〃That matter settled; I shall reach The 'Sixthly' in my solemn tether;
And show that what is true of each; Is also true of all; together。
〃Then I shall demonstrate to you; According to the rules of
WHATELY; That what is true of all; is true Of each; considered
separately。〃
In lavish stream his accents flow; TOM; BOB; and BILLY dare not
flout him; He argued high; he argued low; He also argued round about
him。
〃Ha; ha!〃 he said; 〃you loathe your ways; You writhe at these my
words of warning; In agony your hands you raise。〃 (And so they did; for
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Fifty 〃Bab〃 Ballads … Much Sound and Little Sense
Fifty 〃Bab〃 Ballads … Much Sound and Little Sense
To 〃Twenty…firstly〃 on they go; The lads do not attempt to scout him;
He argued high; he argued low; He also argued round about him。
〃Ho; ho!〃 he cries; 〃you bow your crests … My eloquence has set you
weeping; In shame you bend upon your breasts!〃 (And so they did; for
they were sleeping。)
He proved them this … he proved them that … This good but wearisome
ascetic; He jumped and thumped upon his hat; He was so very energetic。
His Bishop at this moment chanced To pass; and found the road
encumbered; He noticed how the Churchman danced; And how his
congregation slumbered。
The hundred and eleventh head The priest completed of his stricture;
〃Oh; bosh!〃 the worthy Bishop said; And walked him off as in the picture。
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Fifty 〃Bab〃 Ballads … Much Sound and Little Sense
E
〃NANCY BELL。〃 (1)
'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 However you can 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 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
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Fifty 〃Bab〃 Ballads … Much Sound and Little Sense
〃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。
〃For I loved that cook as a brother; I did; And the cook he worshipped
me; But we'd both be blowed if we'd either be stowed In the other chap's
hold; you see。
〃'I'll be eat if you dines off me;' says TOM; 'Yes; that;' says I; 'you'll be;
… 'I'm boiled if I die; my friend;' quoth I; And 'Exactly so;' quoth he。
〃Says he; 'Dear JAMES; to murder me Were a foolish thing to do; For
don't you see that you can't cook ME; While I can … and will … cook YOU!'
〃So he boils the water; and takes the salt And the pepper in portions
true (Which he never forgot); and some chopped shalot。 And some sage
and parsley too。
〃'Come here;' says he; with a proper pride; Which his smiling features
tell; ''T will soothing be if I let you see How extremely nice you'll smell。'
〃And he stirred it round and round and round; And he sniffed at the
foaming froth; When I ups with his heels; and smothers his squeals In the
scum of the boiling broth。
〃And I eat that cook in a week or less; And … as I eating be The last of
his chops; why; I almost drops; For a wessel in sight I see!
* * * *
〃And I never larf; and I never smile; And I never lark nor play; But sit
and croak; and a single joke I have … which is to say:
〃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!'〃
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Fifty 〃Bab〃 Ballads … Much Sound and Little Sense
TI…
FOO。
FROM east and south the holy clan Of Bishops gathered to a man; To
Synod; called Pan…Anglican; In flocking crowds they came。 Among them
was a Bishop; who Had lately been appointed to The balmy isle of Rum…ti…
Foo; And PETER was his name。
His people … twenty…three in sum … They played the eloquent tum…tum;
And lived on scalps served up; in rum … The only sauce they knew。 When
first good BISHOP PETER came (For PETER was that Bishop's name);
To humour them; he did the same As they of Rum…ti…Foo。
His flock; I've often heard him tell; (His name was PETER) loved him
well; And; summoned by the sound of bell; In crowds together came。 〃Oh;
massa; why you go away? Oh; MASSA PETER; please to stay。〃 (They
called him PETER; people say; Because it was his name。)
He told them all good boys to be; And sailed away across the sea; At
London Bridge that Bishop he Arrived one Tuesday night; And as that
night he homeward strode To his Pan…Anglican abode; He passed along
the Borough Road; And saw a gruesome sight。
He saw a crowd assembled round A person dancing on the ground;
Who straight began to leap and bound With all his might and main。 To see
that dancing man he stopped; Who twirled and wriggled; skipped and
hopped; Then down incontinently dropped; And then sprang up again。
The Bishop chuckled at the sight。 〃This style of dancing would delight
A simple Rum…ti…Foozleite。 I'll learn it if I can; To please the tribe when I
get back。〃 He begged the man to teach his knack。 〃Right Reverend Sir; in
half a crack! Replied that dancing man。
The dancing man he worked away; And taught the Bishop every day The
dancer skipped like any fay … Good PETER did the same。 The Bishop
buckled to his task; With BATTEMENTS; and PAS DE BASQUE。 (I'll tell
you; if you care to ask; That PETER was his name。)
〃Come; walk like this;〃 the dancer said; 〃Stick out your toes … stick in
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Fifty 〃Bab〃 Ballads … Much Sound and Little Sense
〃We now proceed to something new … Dance as the PAYNES and
LAURIS do; Like this … one; two … one; two … one; two。〃 The Bishop; never
proud; But in an overwhelming heat (His name was PETER; I repeat)
Performed the PAYNE and LAURI feat;