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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538955" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Joe Golightly - Or, The First Lord's Daughter</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A tar, but poorly prized,<br>Long, shambling, and unsightly,<br>Thrashed, bullied, and despised,<br>Was wretched JOE GOLIGHTLY.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He bore a workhouse brand;<br>No Pa or Ma had claimed him,<br>The Beadle found him, and<br>The Board of Guardians named him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">P'r'aps some Princess's son -<br>A beggar p'r'aps his mother.<br>HE rather thought the one,<br>I rather think the other.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He liked his ship at sea,<br>He loved the salt sea-water,<br>He worshipped junk, and he<br>Adored the First Lord's daughter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The First Lord's daughter, proud,<br>Snubbed Earls and Viscounts nightly;<br>She sneered at Barts. aloud,<br>And spurned poor Joe Golightly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whene'er he sailed afar<br>Upon a Channel cruise, he<br>Unpacked his light guitar<br>And sang this ballad (Boosey):</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Ballad</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The moon is on the sea,<br>Willow!<br>The wind blows towards the lee,<br>Willow!<br>But though I sigh and sob and cry,<br>No Lady Jane for me,<br>Willow!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She says, &quot;'Twere folly quite,<br>Willow!<br>For me to wed a wight,<br>Willow!<br>Whose lot is cast before the mast&quot;;<br>And possibly she's right,<br>Willow!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>His skipper (CAPTAIN JOYCE),<br>He gave him many a rating,<br>And almost lost his voice<br>From thus expostulating:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Lay aft, you lubber, do!<br>What's come to that young man, JOE?<br>Belay! - 'vast heaving! you!<br>Do kindly stop that banjo!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;I wish, I do - O lor'! -<br>You'd shipped aboard a trader:<br>ARE you a sailor or<br>A negro serenader?&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But still the stricken lad,<br>Aloft or on his pillow,<br>Howled forth in accents sad<br>His aggravating &quot;Willow!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stern love of duty bad<br>Been JOYCE'S chiefest beauty;<br>Says he, &quot;I love that lad,<br>But duty, damme! duty!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Twelve months' black-hole, I say,<br>Where daylight never flashes;<br>And always twice a day<br>A good six dozen lashes!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But JOSEPH had a mate,<br>A sailor stout and lusty,<br>A man of low estate,<br>But singularly trusty.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Says he, &quot;Cheer hup, young JOE!<br>I'll tell you what I'm arter -<br>To that Fust Lord I'll go<br>And ax him for his darter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;To that Fust Lord I'll go<br>And say you love her dearly.&quot;<br>And JOE said (weeping low),<br>&quot;I wish you would, sincerely!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That sailor to that Lord<br>Went, soon as he had landed,<br>And of his own accord<br>An interview demanded.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Says he, with seaman's roll,<br>&quot;My Captain (wot's a Tartar)<br>Guv JOE twelve months' black-hole,<br>For lovering your darter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;He loves MISS LADY JANE<br>(I own she is his betters),<br>But if you'll jine them twain,<br>They'll free him from his fetters.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;And if so be as how<br>You'll let her come aboard ship,<br>I'll take her with me now.&quot;<br>&quot;Get out!&quot; remarked his Lordship.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That honest tar repaired<br>To JOE upon the billow,<br>And told him how he'd fared.<br>JOE only whispered, &quot;Willow!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And for that dreadful crime<br>(Young sailors, learn to shun it)<br>He's working out his time;<br>In six months he'll have done it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Schwenck+Gilbert">William Schwenck Gilbert</a><div class=q>
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Long, shambling, and unsightly,
Thrashed, bullied, and despised,
Was wretched JOE GOLIGHTLY.

He bore a workhouse brand;
No Pa or Ma had claimed him,
The Beadle found him, and
The Board of Guardians named him.

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