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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539046" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Sailor Boy to His Lass</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I go away this blessed day,<br>To sail across the sea, MATILDA!<br>My vessel starts for various parts<br>At twenty after three, MATILDA.<br>I hardly know where we may go,<br>Or if it's near or far, MATILDA,<br>For CAPTAIN HYDE does not confide<br>In any 'fore-mast tar, MATILDA!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beneath my ban that mystic man<br>Shall suffer, COUTE QUI COUTE, MATILDA!<br>What right has he to keep from me<br>The Admiralty route, MATILDA?<br>Because, forsooth! I am a youth<br>Of common sailors' lot, MATILDA!<br>Am I a man on human plan<br>Designed, or am I not, MATILDA?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But there, my lass, we'll let that pass!<br>With anxious love I burn, MATILDA.<br>I want to know if we shall go<br>To church when I return, MATILDA?<br>Your eyes are red, you bow your head;<br>It's pretty clear you thirst, MATILDA,<br>To name the day - What's that you say?<br>- &quot;You'll see me further first,&quot; MATILDA?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I can't mistake the signs you make,<br>Although you barely speak, MATILDA;<br>Though pure and young, you thrust your tongue<br>Right in your pretty cheek, MATILDA!<br>My dear, I fear I hear you sneer -<br>I do - I'm sure I do, MATILDA!<br>With simple grace you make a face,<br>Ejaculating, &quot;Ugh!&quot; MATILDA.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, pause to think before you drink<br>The dregs of Lethe's cup, MATILDA!<br>Remember, do, what I've gone through,<br>Before you give me up, MATILDA!<br>Recall again the mental pain<br>Of what I've had to do, MATILDA!<br>And be assured that I've endured<br>It, all along of you, MATILDA!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do you forget, my blithesome pet,<br>How once with jealous rage, MATILDA,<br>I watched you walk and gaily talk<br>With some one thrice your age, MATILDA?<br>You squatted free upon his knee,<br>A sight that made me sad, MATILDA!<br>You pinched his cheek with friendly tweak,<br>Which almost drove me mad, MATILDA!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I knew him not, but hoped to spot<br>Some man you thought to wed, MATILDA!<br>I took a gun, my darling one,<br>And shot him through the head, MATILDA!<br>I'm made of stuff that's rough and gruff<br>Enough, I own; but, ah, MATILDA!<br>It DID annoy your sailor boy<br>To find it was your pa, MATILDA!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've passed a life of toil and strife,<br>And disappointments deep, MATILDA;<br>I've lain awake with dental ache<br>Until I fell asleep, MATILDA!<br>At times again I've missed a train,<br>Or p'rhaps run short of tin, MATILDA,<br>And worn a boot on corns that shoot,<br>Or, shaving, cut my chin, MATILDA.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, oh! no trains - no dental pains -<br>Believe me when I say, MATILDA,<br>No corns that shoot - no pinching boot<br>Upon a summer day, MATILDA -<br>It's my belief, could cause such grief<br>As that I've suffered for, MATILDA,<br>My having shot in vital spot<br>Your old progenitor, MATILDA.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bethink you how I've kept the vow<br>I made one winter day, MATILDA -<br>That, come what could, I never would<br>Remain too long away, MATILDA.<br>And, oh! the crimes with which, at times,<br>I've charged my gentle mind, MATILDA,<br>To keep the vow I made - and now<br>You treat me so unkind, MATILDA!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For when at sea, off Caribbee,<br>I felt my passion burn, MATILDA,<br>By passion egged, I went and begged<br>The captain to return, MATILDA.<br>And when, my pet, I couldn't get<br>That captain to agree, MATILDA,<br>Right through a sort of open port<br>I pitched him in the sea, MATILDA!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Remember, too, how all the crew<br>With indignation blind, MATILDA,<br>Distinctly swore they ne'er before<br>Had thought me so unkind, MATILDA.<br>And how they'd shun me one by one -<br>An unforgiving group, MATILDA -<br>I stopped their howls and sulky scowls<br>By pizening their soup, MATILDA!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So pause to think, before you drink<br>The dregs of Lethe's cup, MATILDA;<br>Remember, do, what I've gone through,<br>Before you give me up, MATILDA.<br>Recall again the mental pain<br>Of what I've had to do, MATILDA,<br>And be assured that I've endured<br>It, all along of you, MATILDA!</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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To sail across the sea, MATILDA!
My vessel starts for various parts
At twenty after three, MATILDA.
I hardly know where we may go,
Or if it's near or far, MATILDA,
For CAPTAIN HYDE does not confide
In any 'fore-mast tar..."></div>
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