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Natalie Merchant
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The Walloping Window Blind
(*Charles E. Carryl) [** Disc 2:]
A capital ship for an ocean trip* Was the Walloping Window Blind No gale that blew dismayed her crew Or troubled the captain's mind
The man at the wheel was taught to feel Contempt for the wildest blow But it often appeared when the weather had cleared That he'd been in his bunk below
The boatswain's mate was very sedate Yet fond of amusement too He played hopscotch with the starboard watch While the captain tickled the crew
And the gunner we had was apparently mad For he stood on the cannon's tail Fired salutes in the captain's boots In the teeth of a booming gale
The captain sat in a commodore's hat And dined in a royal way On toasted pigs and pickles and figs And gummery bread each day
But the rest of us ate from an odious plate For the food that was given the crew Was a number of tons of hot cross buns Chopped up with sugar and glue
And we all felt ill as mariners will On a diet that's cheap and rude And the poop deck shook when we dipped the cook In a tub of his gluesome food
Then nautical pride we laid aside And we cast the vessel ashore On the Gulliby Isles, where the Poohpooh smiles And the Anagzanders roar
Composed of sand was that favored land And trimmed in cinnamon straws And pink and blue was the pleasing hue Of the Tickletoeteasers claws
We sat on the edge of a sandy ledge And shot at the whistling bee The Binnacle-bats wore waterproof hats As they danced in the sounding sea
On rubagub bark, from dawn to dark We fed, till we all had grown Uncommonly shrunk when a Chinese junk Came by from the torriby zone
She was stubby and square, but we didn't much care And we cheerily put to sea And we left the crew of the junk to chew On the bark of the rubagub tree
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