A capital ship For an ocean trip
Was the Walloping Window Blind.
No wind that blew Dismayed her crew
Or troubled the cap - tain's mind.
The man at the wheel Was made to feel
Contempt for the wildest blow -ow -ow
Tho' it often appeared when the gale had cleared,
That he'd been in his bunk be - low.
Then blow, ye winds, Heigh-ho!
A - rov - ing I will go!
I'll stay no more on Eng - land's shore,
So let the music play-ay-ay!
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 rai-ai-ail,
And fired salutes With the captain's boots,
In the teeth of the blooming 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-ew-ew
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 Gulliby Isles Where the poo-poo smiles,
And the rubbly updugs roar.
And we set on the edge Of a sandy ledge
And shot at the whistling bee-ee-ee;
And the cinnamon bats Wore waterproof 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 Torriby Zone.
She was chubby and square, But we didnt't much care
So we cheerily put to sea-ea-ea;
And we left all the crew Of the junk to chew
On the bark of the rugbug tree.
I didn't clean up the capitalization in the lines, but you get the idea.
My sister used to sing this 60 years ago and I never knew if she loved it or was just the only one to have memorized all of the lines ...... Enjoy .... Edmund
Click for Digital Tradition Version, attributed to Charles Edward Carryl.