A Capital Ship

Words & Music:

Charles Edward Carryl

 

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A capital ship for an ocean trip was the Walloping Window Blind.

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No wind that blew dismayed her crew or troubled the captain's mind.

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The man at the wheel was made to feel contempt for the wildest blow-ow-ow.

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Tho' it oft appeared when the gale had cleared that he'd been in his bunk below.

 

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So, blow ye winds, heigh-ho!  A-roving I will go!

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I'll stay no more on England's shore, so, let the music play-ay-ay.

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I'm off for the morning train to cross the raging main.

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I'm off to my love with a boxing glove – 10,000 miles away!

 

The bos'un's mate was very sedate, yet fond of amusement, too.

He played hop-scotch with the starboard watch while the captain tickled the crew.

The gunner he was apparently mad for he sat on the after ra-ra-rail.

And fired salutes with the captain's boots in the teeth of a booming gale.

 

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The captain sat on the commodore's hat and dined in a royal way.

Off pickles & figs & little roast pigs and gunners bread each day.

The cook was Dutch and behaved as such for the diet he served the crew-ew-ew.

Was a couple of tons of hot-cross buns served up with sugar and glue.

 

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Then we all fell ill as mariners will on a diet that's rough and crude.

And we shivered and shook as we dipped the cook in a tub of his gluesome food.

All nautical pride we cast aside and we ran the vessel asho-o-ore.

On the Gulliby Isles where the poopoo smiles and the rubbily ubdugs roar.

 

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Composed of sand was that favored land and trimmed with cinnamon straws.

And pink and blue was the pleasing hue of the ticke-toe teaser's claws.

We sat on the edge of a sandy ledge and shot at the whistling bee-ee-ee.

While the rugabug bats wore waterproof hats as they dipped in the shining sea.

 

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On rugabug bark from dawn till dark we dined till we all had grown.

Uncommonly shrunk when a Chinese junk came up from the Torrible Zone.

She was stubby and square, but we didn't much care so we cherrily put to sea-ea-ea.

And we left all the crew of the junk to chew on the bark of the rubabug tree.

 

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