John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Sir William Schwenck Gilbert. (1836–1911) (continued) |
| 7822 |
| 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. 1 |
| The Yarn of the “Nancy Bell.” |
| 7823 |
| Roll on, thou ball, roll on Through pathless realms of space, Roll on! |
| To the Terrestrial Globe. |
| 7824 |
| 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 roll on.) |
| To the Terrestrial Globe. |
| 7825 |
| He is an Englishman! For he himself has said it, And it’s greatly to his credit, That he ’s an Englishman! For he might have been a Rooshian A French or Turk or Proosian, Or perhaps Itali-an. But in spite of all temptations To belong to other nations, He remains an Englishman. |
| The Englishman. |
| 7826 |
| I love my fellow-creatures, I do all the good I can, Yet everybody says I’m such a disagreeable man And I can’t think why! |
| The disagreeable Man. |
| Note 1. There were three sailors of Bristol city Who took a boat and went to sea. But first with beef and captain’s biscuits And pickled pork they loaded she. There was gorging Jack and guzzling Jimmy, And the youngest he was little Billee. Now when they got as far as the Equator They’d nothing left but one split pea. W. M. Thackeray: Little Billee. [back] |