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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539061" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Yarn of the Nancy Bell</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas on the shores that round our coast<br>From Deal to Ramsgate span,<br>That I found alone on a piece of stone<br>An elderly naval man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His hair was weedy, his beard was long,<br>And weedy and long was he,<br>And I heard this wight on the shore recite,<br>In a singular minor key:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Oh, I am a cook and a captain bold,<br>And the mate of the NANCY brig,<br>And a bo'sun tight, and a midshipmite,<br>And the crew of the captain's gig.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he shook his fists and he tore his hair,<br>Till I really felt afraid,<br>For I couldn't help thinking the man had been drinking,<br>And so I simply said:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Oh, elderly man, it's little I know<br>Of the duties of men of the sea,<br>And I'll eat my hand if I understand<br>However you can be</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;At once a cook, and a captain bold,<br>And the mate of the NANCY brig,<br>And a bo'sun tight, and a midshipmite,<br>And the crew of the captain's gig.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then he gave a hitch to his trousers, which<br>Is a trick all seamen larn,<br>And having got rid of a thumping quid,<br>He spun this painful yarn:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;'Twas in the good ship NANCY BELL<br>That we sailed to the Indian Sea,<br>And there on a reef we come to grief,<br>Which has often occurred to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;And pretty nigh all the crew was drowned<br>(There was seventy-seven o' soul),<br>And only ten of the NANCY'S men<br>Said 'Here!' to the muster-roll.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;There was me and the cook and the captain bold,<br>And the mate of the NANCY brig,<br>And the bo'sun tight, and a midshipmite,<br>And the crew of the captain's gig.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;For a month we'd neither wittles nor drink,<br>Till a-hungry we did feel,<br>So we drawed a lot, and, accordin' shot<br>The captain for our meal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;The next lot fell to the NANCY'S mate,<br>And a delicate dish he made;<br>Then our appetite with the midshipmite<br>We seven survivors stayed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;And then we murdered the bo'sun tight,<br>And he much resembled pig;<br>Then we wittled free, did the cook and me,<br>On the crew of the captain's gig.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Then only the cook and me was left,<br>And the delicate question, 'Which<br>Of us two goes to the kettle?' arose,<br>And we argued it out as sich.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;For I loved that cook as a brother, I did,<br>And the cook he worshipped me;<br>But we'd both be blowed if we'd either be stowed<br>In the other chap's hold, you see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;'I'll be eat if you dines off me,' says TOM;<br>'Yes, that,' says I, 'you'll be, -<br>'I'm boiled if I die, my friend,' quoth I;<br>And 'Exactly so,' quoth he.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Says he, 'Dear JAMES, to murder me<br>Were a foolish thing to do,<br>For don't you see that you can't cook ME,<br>While I can - and will - cook YOU!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;So he boils the water, and takes the salt<br>And the pepper in portions true<br>(Which he never forgot), and some chopped shalot.<br>And some sage and parsley too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;'Come here,' says he, with a proper pride,<br>Which his smiling features tell,<br>''T will soothing be if I let you see<br>How extremely nice you'll smell.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;And he stirred it round and round and round,<br>And he sniffed at the foaming froth;<br>When I ups with his heels, and smothers his squeals<br>In the scum of the boiling broth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;And I eat that cook in a week or less,<br>And - as I eating be<br>The last of his chops, why, I almost drops,<br>For a wessel in sight I see!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;And I never larf, and I never smile,<br>And I never lark nor play,<br>But sit and croak, and a single joke<br>I have - which is to say:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Oh, I am a cook and a captain bold,<br>And the mate of the NANCY brig,<br>And a bo'sun tight, and a midshipmite,<br>And the crew of the captain's gig!'&quot;</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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From Deal to Ramsgate span,
That I found alone on a piece of stone
An elderly naval man.

His hair was weedy, his beard was long,
And weedy and long was he,
And I heard this wight on the shore recite,
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