Cricket Songs and other trifling verses penned by one of the Authors of "Thistledown." [i.e. by N. R. Gale] |
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A MISTAKE. |
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A MISTAKE.
Not twice the band of merry months
Has danced a circle round the world,
And into port the pilot steers
The grand old ship with sails all furled:
And here's a bird for Sister Jane,
And here a skin for Sweetheart Janet,
And eke a ring to make her change
Her name, if only I can plan it.
Has danced a circle round the world,
And into port the pilot steers
The grand old ship with sails all furled:
And here's a bird for Sister Jane,
And here a skin for Sweetheart Janet,
And eke a ring to make her change
Her name, if only I can plan it.
Goodbye, old ship, and many thanks
For weathering that last typhoon!
I'm bound to own it made me quail
And lose all hope of honeymoon:
You're quite content to sail alone,
I mean to try a fresh manœuvre,
And scud beside another boat—
A kind of human Calais-Douvres!
For weathering that last typhoon!
I'm bound to own it made me quail
And lose all hope of honeymoon:
You're quite content to sail alone,
I mean to try a fresh manœuvre,
And scud beside another boat—
A kind of human Calais-Douvres!
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Sweet home at last! All taut, Mamma?
Well, Dad, I'm here before my time;
The wind has helped us all the week—
Great goodness, Bell, you're five foot nine!
Yes, here's the parrot, pretty Jane,
I wrote about in my last letter—
How's Janet? “Janet's very well;
Her darling boy is getting better.”
Well, Dad, I'm here before my time;
The wind has helped us all the week—
Great goodness, Bell, you're five foot nine!
Yes, here's the parrot, pretty Jane,
I wrote about in my last letter—
How's Janet? “Janet's very well;
Her darling boy is getting better.”
Mother! Ah, Mother, do not say
That Sweetheart Janet is not true!
Such news, forgive me, Mother dear,
Kills half the joy of seeing you!
Who's yonder by the cherry tree?
Why, as I live, it's Janet Marling—
Up anchor, man, to learn your fate
And have the truth about this darling!
That Sweetheart Janet is not true!
Such news, forgive me, Mother dear,
Kills half the joy of seeing you!
Who's yonder by the cherry tree?
Why, as I live, it's Janet Marling—
Up anchor, man, to learn your fate
And have the truth about this darling!
Miss—Mrs.—I can scarcely stop
To greet you wholly à la mode—
Ah, smile not in your olden way,
For not to me such smiles are owed!
Can no small spark of days gone by,
No old love's faintly-glowing ember
Light up the land of long ago
And thaw the snow of this December?
To greet you wholly à la mode—
Ah, smile not in your olden way,
For not to me such smiles are owed!
Can no small spark of days gone by,
No old love's faintly-glowing ember
Light up the land of long ago
And thaw the snow of this December?
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The Sailor's heart is said to range,
And vary with his ev'ry port;
But mine has never been untrue
In jest or earnest, word or thought:
But now you have a mate and chick,
And I must sigh like Mr. Guppy—
Your baby—“O you goose—I see,
You mean my new St. Bernard Puppy!”
And vary with his ev'ry port;
But mine has never been untrue
In jest or earnest, word or thought:
But now you have a mate and chick,
And I must sigh like Mr. Guppy—
Your baby—“O you goose—I see,
You mean my new St. Bernard Puppy!”
“I christened him my ‘Baby Boy,’
And very ill the poor thing's been;
So this is all the cause you had
For making such a dreadful scene!”
Here's all my Christmas story told,
And here's a pearl for Sweetheart Janet,
And eke a ring to make her change
Her name as soon as I can plan it.
And very ill the poor thing's been;
So this is all the cause you had
For making such a dreadful scene!”
Here's all my Christmas story told,
And here's a pearl for Sweetheart Janet,
And eke a ring to make her change
Her name as soon as I can plan it.
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