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85
MARRYAT IN “THE IMPÉRIEUSE.”
Between the guns we laid him,
Our Middy, with the rest;
The Mounseers off had paid him
For good at last we guessed;
Young monkey, stayed for ever
Are all you tricks and fun;
With your mad jokes you'll never
Serve out another one.
Our Middy, with the rest;
The Mounseers off had paid him
For good at last we guessed;
Young monkey, stayed for ever
Are all you tricks and fun;
With your mad jokes you'll never
Serve out another one.
Our first Lieutenant going
Along-decks, thus gave tongue;
“Well, he's done with his crowing;
He won't live to be hung;”
Then Middy, most disgusted,
He wa'n't one to say die,
Blinks his peepers and out-busted
Faintly, from his lips, “You lie!”
Along-decks, thus gave tongue;
“Well, he's done with his crowing;
He won't live to be hung;”
Then Middy, most disgusted,
He wa'n't one to say die,
Blinks his peepers and out-busted
Faintly, from his lips, “You lie!”
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