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... The man unlocked the door . He called inside the gate With coarse and brutal shout , ' Come , step it , Forty - eight ! " And Forty - eight stepped out . " They gets it pretty hot , The maidens what THE TROUBADOUR . 31.
... The man unlocked the door . He called inside the gate With coarse and brutal shout , ' Come , step it , Forty - eight ! " And Forty - eight stepped out . " They gets it pretty hot , The maidens what THE TROUBADOUR . 31.
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Much Sound and Little Sense William Schwenck Gilbert. " They gets it pretty hot , The maidens what we cotch- Two years this lady's got For collaring a wotch . " Bab " Oh , ah ! —indeed - I see , " The troubadour exclaimed- " If I may ...
Much Sound and Little Sense William Schwenck Gilbert. " They gets it pretty hot , The maidens what we cotch- Two years this lady's got For collaring a wotch . " Bab " Oh , ah ! —indeed - I see , " The troubadour exclaimed- " If I may ...
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... pretty eyes and smelt her pretty smelling - bottle . So I whispered , " Dear ELVIRA , say , 33 3 Ferdinando and Elvira; or, The Gentle Pieman.
... pretty eyes and smelt her pretty smelling - bottle . So I whispered , " Dear ELVIRA , say , 33 3 Ferdinando and Elvira; or, The Gentle Pieman.
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... pretty back hair , which had taken long in dressing . Then she gazed upon the carpet , at the ceiling , then above me , And she whispered , " FERDINANDO , do you really , really love me ? " " Love you ? ” said I , then I sighed , and ...
... pretty back hair , which had taken long in dressing . Then she gazed upon the carpet , at the ceiling , then above me , And she whispered , " FERDINANDO , do you really , really love me ? " " Love you ? ” said I , then I sighed , and ...
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... pretty and particularly cosy . And he chirped and sang , and skipped about , and laughed with laughter hearty- He was wonderfully active for so very stout a party . And I said , " O gentle pieman , why so very , very merry ? Is it ...
... pretty and particularly cosy . And he chirped and sang , and skipped about , and laughed with laughter hearty- He was wonderfully active for so very stout a party . And I said , " O gentle pieman , why so very , very merry ? Is it ...
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AGIB ALACK-A-DEY-AH ANGUS MCCLAN ANNIE BAB BALLADS BAINES CAREW BALLADS Ballyshannon bard Bishop bo'sun tight CALAMITY POP Canoodle-Dum CAPTAIN CLEGGS CAPTAIN REECE captain's gig crew croquêt curate dance dear dress ELLEN McJONES ABERDEEN Especially ELLEN McJONES exclaiming eyes fairy gave gentle ANNIE gentleman GEORGIE ghost GILBERT girl goblin grew GUERRE hair HANCE haughty head heard Here's Love HONGREE horrible Hot Cross Bun JIMMY King LIEUTENANT BELAYE loved MAHRY maid maidens MAKREDI Mantelpiece married MATILDA Mermen midshipmite mind MISTER mother never night Old PETER p'r'aps PALEY VOLLAIRE pantomime PECKHAM RYE PETER GRAY Phrenology PIERRE play poor PREPERE pretty REVEREND RODNEY round Rum-ti-Foo sailor Sassenach selvagee sigh SIMON MAGUS smile SOMERS Somers Town soul Sub-Lieutenant of Chassoores swore tell There's thing thou thought told TORBAY true W. S. GILBERT weep wife winked worthy young
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Page 51 - And he stirred it round and round and round, And he sniffed at the foaming froth — When I ups with his heels, and smothers his squeals In the scum of the boiling broth. " And I eat that cook in a week or less, And — as I eating be The last of his chops, why, I almost drops, For a wessel in sight I see.
Page 48 - 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!
Page 51 - I ups with his heels, and smothers his squeals In the scum of the boiling broth. " And I eat that cook in a week or less, And — as I eating be The last of his chops, why, I almost drops, For a wessel in sight I see ! " And I never larf, and I never smile, And I never lark...
Page 50 - I'll be eat if you dines off me,' says Tom; 'Yes, that,' says I, 'you'll be — 'I'm boiled if I die, my friend,' quoth I; And 'Exactly so,' quoth he. "Says he, 'Dear James, to murder me Were a foolish thing to do, For don't you see that you can't cook me, While I can — and will — cook you!
Page 21 - The boatswain of the Mantelpiece, He blushed and spoke to Captain Reece : " I beg your Honor's leave," he said : — " If you would wish to go and wed, " I have a widowed mother who Would be the very thing for you — She long has loved you from afar : She washes for you, Captain R.
Page 104 - Oh ! that day of sorrow, misery, and rage, I shall carry to the Catacombs of Age, Photographically lined On the tablet of my mind, When a yesterday has faded from its page ! Alas ! PRINCE AGIB went and asked them in ; Gave them beer, and eggs, and sweets, and scent, and tin) And when (as snobs would say) They had " put it all away," He requested them to tune up and begin.
Page 120 - I'm the most unhappy one!" The padre said, "Whatever have you been and gone and done ?" "I have helped mamma to steal a "little kiddy from its dad, I've assisted dear papa in cutting up a little lad. I've planned a little burglary and forged a little cheque, And slain a little baby for the coral on its neck!
Page 19 - Then up and answered WILLIAM LEE (The kindly captain's coxswain he, A nervous, shy, low-spoken man), He cleared his throat and thus began: "You have a daughter, CAPTAIN REECE, Ten female cousins and a niece, A ma, if what I'm told is true, Six sisters, and an aunt or two. "Now, somehow, sir, it seems to me, More friendly-like we all should be If you united of "em to Unmarried members of the crew.
Page 63 - Gentle, modest, little flower, Sweet epitome of May, Love me but for half-an-hour, Love me, love me, little fay." Sentences so fiercely flaming In your tiny shell-like ear, I should always be exclaiming If I loved you, PHCEBE, dear.
Page 37 - PART I At a pleasant evening party I had taken down to supper One whom I will call ELVIRA, and we talked of love and TUPPER, MR. TUPPER and the poets, very lightly with them dealing. For I've always been distinguished for a strong poetic feeling. Then we let off paper crackers, each of which contained a motto, And she listened while I read them, till her mother told her not to. Then she whispered, "To the ball-room we had better, dear, be walking; If we stop down here much longer, really people will...