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Posted By: George Seto - af221@chebucto.ns.ca
28-Aug-03 - 07:29 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: A Capital Ship (Charles Edward Carryl)
Subject: Lyr Add: A CAPITAL SHIP (Charles Edward Carryl)
From http://theworld.com/~dduncan/poetry/capitalship.html

A Capital Ship
by Charles Edward Carryl

NOTES

This delightful piece of nonsense, by the author of Alice in Wonderland, has been combined with the chorus of "A Thousand Miles Away" to produce a moderately popular song - popular enough, at least, to make it into Rise Up Singing.

A capital ship for an ocean trip
   Was the "Walloping Window-blind"!
No gale that blew dismayed her crew
   Or troubled the captain's mind;
The man at the wheel was taught to feel
   Contempt for the wildest blow,
Tho' it often appeared when the weather had cleared,
   That he'd been in his bunk below.
 
The bo'swain's mate was very sedate,
   Yet fond of amusement, too;
He played hopscotch with the starboard watch,
   While the captain 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 in a commodore's hat
   And dined, in a royal way,
On toasted pigs and pickles and figs
   And gummery bread each day.
But the cook was Dutch, and behaved as such,
   For the diet he gave the crew
Was a number of tons of hot cross-buns
   Chopped up with sugar and glue.
 
And we all felt ill as mariners will
   On a diet that's cheap and rude;
And we shivered and shook as we dipped the cook
   In a tub of his gluesome food.
Then nautical pride we laid aside,
   And we cast the vessel ashore
On the Gulliby Isles, where the Poohpooh smiles,
   And the Anagazanders roar.
 
Composed of sand was that favored land,
   And trimmed with cinnamon straws;
And pink and blue was the pleasing hue
   Of the Tickletoeteaser's claws.
And we sat on the edge of a sandy ledge
   And shot at the whistling bee;
And the Binnacle-bats wore waterproof hats,
   As they danced in the sounding sea.
 
On rubagub bark, from dawn to dark,
   We fed till we all had grown
Uncommonly shrunk, when a Chinese junk
   Came up from the Torriby zone.
She was chubby and square, but we didn't much care,
   And we cheerily put to sea;
And we left the crew of the junk to chew
   On the bark of the rubagub tree.