And they felt the breath of the downs fresh blown O'er leagues of clover and cold gray stone, But not from the lips that had gone before. They came no more. But they tell the tale For the signal they know will bring relief, Through channels whose waters never fail. It is but a foolish shipman's tale, But still when the mists of doubt prevail, BRET HARTE. THE JUMBLIES. TH From "Nonsense Songs." I. HEY went to sea in a sieve, they did; In spite of all their friends could say, In a sieve they went to sea. THE JUMBLIES. And when the sieve turned round and round, But we don't care a button; we don't care a fig; Far and few, far and few, 79 Are the lands where the Jumblies live: II. They sailed away in a sieve, they did; And every one said, who saw them go: Far and few, far and few, Are the lands where the Jumblies live : Their heads are green, and their hands are blue; III. The water it soon came in, it did; The water it soon came in : So, to keep them dry, they wrapped their feet In a pinky paper, all folded neat ; And they fastened it down with a pin. And they passed the night in a crockery-jar, Far and few, far and few, Are the lands where the Jumblies live : IV. And all night long they sailed away; In the shade of the mountains brown.' Far and few, far and few, Are the lands where the Jumblies live : V. They sailed to the Western Sea, they did, And they bought an owl, and a useful cart, THE JUMBLIES. And they bought a pig, and some green jackdaws, And forty bottles of ring-bo-ree, And no end of Stilton cheese. Far and few, far and few, 81 Are the lands where the Jumblies live: VI. And in twenty years they all came back, In twenty years or more; And every one said, "How tall they've grown! And they drank their health, and gave them a feast And every one said, "If we only live, We, too, will go to sea in a sieve, To the hills of the Chankly Bore." Far and few, far and few, Are the lands where the Jumblies live: EDWARD LEAR. AY OLD IRONSIDES. Y, tear her tattered ensign down! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar; The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more! Her deck, once red with heroes' blood, No more shall feel the victor's tread Oh, better that her shattered hulk Set every threadbare sail, And give her to the god of storms, The lightning and the gale! OLIVER WENDELL HOLmes. |