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A Tale of a Tub
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You may bring to mind I've sung you a song,Of a man of Haarlem town.
I'll sing of another,—'twill not take long,—
Of equally great renown.
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“I've read,” said he, “there's a land afar,O'er the boundless rolling sea,
Where fat little pigs ready roasted are;
Now, that is the land for me.
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Where tarts may be plucked from the wild tart tree,And puddings like pumpkins grow,
Where candies, like pebbles, lie by the sea,—
Now, thither I'll straightway go.”
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Now, what do you think I've heard it saidWas his boat, his oar, his sail?
A tub, a spoon, and a handkerchief red,
For to breast both calm and gale.
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So he sailed away, for a livelong day;And the sun was warm and mild,
And the small waves laughed as they seemed to play,
And the sea-gulls clamored wild.
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So he sailed away, for a livelong day;Till the wind began to roar,
And she waves rose high, and, to briefly say,
He never was heard of more.
H. PYLE.
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