Monday, July 21, 2014

the Walloping Window Blind

A capital ship for an ocean trip
 Was the Walloping Window-Blind!
 No wind that blew dismayed her crew,
 Or troubled the Captain's mind.
The man at the wheel was made to feel
 Contempt for the wildest blow,
 Tho' it often appeared when the gale had cleared
 That he'd been in his bunk below.

 Then winds, heigh-ho!.
 A-roving I will go!

 I'll stay no more
on this bright shore,
 So let the music play,
 I'm off for the morning train,
I'll cross the raging main!
I'm off to my love with a boxing glove,
 Ten thousand miles away.

The bo'swain's mate was very sedate,
Yet fond of amusement too;
 He played hopscotch
 with the starboard watch
 While the Captain, he 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!

 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
And 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 ran the vessel ashore
On the Gullibly Isles,
 where the Poo-poo smiles,
 And the Rubly Ubdugs roar.
 And we sat on the edge
 of a sandy ledge
 And shot at the whistling bee;
 And the cinnamon bats
 wore wet-proof hats
 As they dipped in the shiny sea.

 On Rugbug bark,
 from morn till dark,
We dined till we all had grown
 Uncommonly shrunk
 when a Chinese junk
 Came up from the Torribly Zone.
 She was chubby and square,
 But we didn't much care,
So we cheerily put to sea;
And we left all the crew
 of the junk to chew
 On the bark of the Rugbug tree.

Charles E. Carryl

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