50 bab ballads(50篇巴布歌谣)-第8节
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proposed for his hand; And maidens came flocking to sit on the green Especially
ELLEN McJONES ABERDEEN。
One morning the fidgety Sassenach swore He'd stand it no longer … he
drew his claymore; And (this was; I think; in extremely bad taste) Divided
CLONGLOCKETTY close to the waist。
Oh! loud were the wailings for ANGUS McCLAN; Oh! deep was the
grief for that excellent man; The maids stood aghast at the horrible scene Especially
ELLEN McJONES ABERDEEN。
It sorrowed poor PATTISON CORBY TORBAY To find them 〃take
on〃 in this serious way; He pitied the poor little fluttering birds; And
solaced their souls with the following words:
〃Oh; maidens;〃 said PATTISON; touching his hat; 〃Don't blubber; my
dears; for a fellow like that; Observe; I'm a very superior man; A much
better fellow than ANGUS McCLAN。〃
They smiled when he winked and addressed them as 〃dears;〃 And they
all of them vowed; as they dried up their tears; A pleasanter gentleman
never was seen … Especially ELLEN McJONES ABERDEEN。
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Fifty 〃Bab〃 Ballads … Much Sound and Little Sense
Fifty 〃Bab〃 Ballads … Much Sound and Little Sense
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Fifty 〃Bab〃 Ballads … Much Sound and Little Sense
Fifty 〃Bab〃 Ballads … Much Sound and Little Sense
POLICEMAN PETER FORTH I drag From his obscure retreat: He
was a merry genial wag; Who loved a mad conceit。 If he were asked the
time of day; By country bumpkins green; He not unfrequently would say;
〃A quarter past thirteen。〃
If ever you by word of mouth Inquired of MISTER FORTH The way
to somewhere in the South; He always sent you North。 With little boys his
beat along He loved to stop and play; He loved to send old ladies wrong;
And teach their feet to stray。
He would in frolic moments; when Such mischief bent upon; Take
Bishops up as betting men … Bid Ministers move on。 Then all the worthy
boys he knew He regularly licked; And always collared people who Had
had their pockets picked。
He was not naturally bad; Or viciously inclined; But from his early
youth he had A waggish turn of mind。 The Men of London grimly scowled
With indignation wild; The Men of London gruffly growled; But PETER
calmly smiled。
Against this minion of the Crown The swelling murmurs grew … From
Camberwell to Kentish Town … From Rotherhithe to Kew。 Still humoured
he his wagsome turn; And fed in various ways The coward rage that dared
to burn; But did not dare to blaze。
Still; Retribution has her day; Although her flight is slow: ONE DAY
THAT CRUSHER LOST HIS WAY NEAR POLAND STREET; SOHO。
The haughty boy; too proud to ask; To find his way resolved; And in the
tangle of his task Got more and more involved。
The Men of London; overjoyed; Came there to jeer their foe; And
flocking crowds completely cloyed The mazes of Soho。 The news on
telegraphic wires Sped swiftly o'er the lea; Excursion trains from distant
shires Brought myriads to see。
For weeks he trod his self…made beats Through Newport… Gerrard…
Bear… Greek… Rupert… Frith… Dean… Poland… Streets; And into Golden
Square。 But all; alas! in vain; for when He tried to learn the way Of little
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Fifty 〃Bab〃 Ballads … Much Sound and Little Sense
Fifty 〃Bab〃 Ballads … Much Sound and Little Sense
Their eyes would flash … their teeth would grind …Their lips would
tightly curl …They'd say; 〃Thy way thyself must find; Thou misdirecting
churl!〃 And; similarly; also; when He tried a foreign friend; Italians
answered; 〃IL BALEN〃 … The French; 〃No comprehend。〃
The Russ would say with gleaming eye 〃 Sevastopol!〃 and groan。 The
Greek said; 'GREEK TEXT WHICH CANNOT BE REPRODUCED'。〃 To
wander thus for many a year That Crusher never ceased … The Men of
London dropped a tear; Their anger was appeased
At length exploring gangs were sent To find poor FORTH'S remains A
handsome grant by Parliament Was voted for their pains。 To seek the
poor policeman out Bold spirits volunteered; And when they swore they'd
solve the doubt; The Men of London cheered。
And in a yard; dark; dank; and drear; They found him; on the floor … It
leads from Richmond Buildings … near The Royalty stage…door。 With
brandy cold and brandy hot They plied him; starved and wet; And made
him sergeant on the spot … The Men of London's pet!
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Fifty 〃Bab〃 Ballads … Much Sound and Little Sense
Fifty 〃Bab〃 Ballads … Much Sound and Little Sense
ROLL on; thou ball; roll on! Through pathless realms of Space Roll on!
What though I'm in a sorry case? What though I cannot meet my bills?
What though I suffer toothache's ills? What though I swallow countless
pills? Never YOU mind! Roll on!
Roll on; thou ball; roll on! Through seas of inky air Roll on! It's true
I've got no shirts to wear; It's true my butcher's bill is due; It's true my
prospects all look blue … But don't let that unsettle you! Never YOU mind!
Roll on!
'IT ROLLS ON。
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Fifty 〃Bab〃 Ballads … Much Sound and Little Sense
Fifty 〃Bab〃 Ballads … Much Sound and Little Sense
IT was a robber's daughter; and her name was ALICE BROWN; Her
father was the terror of a small Italian town; Her mother was a foolish;
weak; but amiable old thing; But it isn't of her parents that I'm going for to
sing。
As ALICE was a…sitting at her window…sill one day; A beautiful young
gentleman he chanced to pass that way; She cast her eyes upon him; and
he looked so good and true; That she thought; 〃I could be happy with a
gentleman like you!〃
And every morning passed her house that cream of gentlemen; She
knew she might expect him at a quarter unto ten; A sorter in the Customhouse;
it was his daily road (The Custom…house was fifteen minutes' walk
from her abode)。
But ALICE was a pious girl; who knew it wasn't wise To look at
strange young sorters with expressive purple eyes; So she sought the
village priest to whom her family confessed; The priest by whom their
little sins were carefully assessed。
〃Oh; holy father;〃 ALICE said; 〃't would grieve you; would it not; To
discover that I was a most disreputable lot? Of all unhappy sinners I'm the
most unhappy one!〃 The padre said; 〃Whatever have you been and gone
and done?〃
〃I have helped mamma to steal a little kiddy from its dad; I've assisted
dear papa in cutting up a little lad; I've planned a little burglary and forged
a little cheque; And slain a little baby for the coral on its neck!〃
The worthy pastor heaved a sigh; and dropped a silent tear; And said;
〃You mustn't judge yourself too heavily; my dear: It's wrong to murder
babies; little corals for to fleece; But sins like these one expiates at half…acrown
apiece。
〃Girls will be girls … you're very young; and flighty in your mind; Old
heads upon young shoulders we must not expect to find: We mustn't be too
hard upon these little girlish tricks … Let's see … five crimes at half…a…crown
… exactly twelve…and…six。〃
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Fifty 〃Bab〃 Ballads … Much Sound and Little Sense
Fifty 〃Bab〃 Ballads … Much Sound and Little Sense
〃A pleasant…looking gentleman; with pretty purple eyes; I've noticed at
my window; as I've sat a…catching flies; He passes by it every day as
certain as can be … I blush to say I've winked at him; and he has winked at
me!〃
〃For shame!〃 said FATHER PAUL; 〃my erring daughter! On my word
This is the most distressing news that I have ever heard。 Why; naughty girl;
your excellent papa has pledged your hand To a promising young robber;
the lieutenant of his band!
〃This dreadful piece of news will pain your worthy parents so! They
are the most remunerative customers I know; For many many years
they've kept starvation from my doors: I never knew so criminal a family
as yours!
〃The common country folk in this insipid neighbourhood Have
nothing to confess; they're so ridiculously good; And if you marry any one
respectable at all; Why; you'll reform; and what will then become of
FATHER PAUL?〃
The worthy priest; he up and drew his cowl upon his crown; And
started off in haste to tell the news to ROBBER BROWN …To tell him
how his daughter; who was now for marriage fit; Had winked upon a
sorter; who reciprocated it。
Good ROBBER BROWN he muffled up his anger pretty well: He said;
〃I have a notion; and that notion I will tell; I will nab this gay young sorter;
terrify him into fits; And get my gentle wife to chop him into little bits。
〃I've studied human nature; and I know a thing or two: Though a girl
may fondly love a living gent; as many do … A feeling of disgust upon her
senses there will fall When she looks upon his body chopped particularly
small。〃
He traced that gallant sorter to a still suburban square; He watched his
opportunity; and seized him unaware; He took a life…preserver and he hit
him on the head; And MRS。 BROWN dissected him before she went to
bed。
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Fifty 〃Bab〃 Ballads … Much Sound and Little Sense
Fifty 〃Bab〃 Ballads … Much Sound and Little Sense
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Fifty 〃Bab〃 Ballads … Much Sound and Little Sense
Fifty 〃Bab〃 Ballads … Much Sound and Little Sense
OH; listen to the tale of MISTER WILLIAM; if yo