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The Reward of Merit
When I First Put This Uniform On
Said I to Myself, Said I
The Family Fool
The Philosophic Pill
The Contemplative Sentry
Sorry Her Lot
The Judge's Song
True Diffidence
The Highly Respectable Gondolier
Don't Forget
The Darned Mounseer
The Humane Mikado
The House of Peers
The �sthete
Proper Pride
The Baffled Grumbler
The Working Monarch
The Rover's Apology
Would You Know
The Magnet and the Churn
Braid the Raven Hair
Is Life a Boon?
A Mirage
A Merry Madrigal
The Love-Sick Boy
THE BAB BALLADS.
THE YARN OF THE "NANCY BELL."
'Twas on the shores that round our coast
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,
In a singular minor key:
"Oh, I am a cook and a captain bold,
And the mate of the _Nancy_ brig,
And a bo'sun tight, and a midshipmite,
And the crew of the captain's gig."
And he shook his fists and he tore his hair.
Till I really felt afraid;
For I couldn't help thinking the man had been drinking,
And so I simply said:
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