Would you hear a Wild tale of adventure Of a hero who tackled the sea,
When Sam Small joined the regiment, 'E were no' but a raw recruit,
Joe Ramshottom rented a bit of a farm From its owner, Squire Goslett his name;
I'll tell you the story of Jonah, A really remarkable tale;
It were after the Battle of Crecy- The foe all lay dead on the ground-
You've heard of King Henry II And the story of how he got fond
Sam Small had retired from the Army, In the old Duke of Wellington's time,
The reign of King William the Second Were an uninteresting affair
Nell was a collier's daughter,
innocent, sweet seventeen.
I'm subject to colds and they make me quite deaf
And then I can't hear what you say
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he;
I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three;
The shades of night were falling fast
And the rain was falling faster,
Cuando me puse a pensar La razón me dio a elegir
On the Yukon trail thousands fail For only the fit can thrive
Aquí estoy, solo estoy, despedazado. Ruge el cielo: las nubes se aglomeran,
I've got a pal, a real pal, Who's been a pal to me.
In Fleet Street that's in London Town,
When King Charlie wore the Crown
Ten mile in twenty minutes! 'E done it, sir. That's true.
The big bay 'orse in the further stall--the one wot's next to you.
For twenty years I gambled with books instead of cards;
In the Tower of London, large as life
The ghost of Ann Boleyn walks, they declare.
I've been very poorly but now I feel prime,
I've been out today for the very first time.
Hi waitress, excuse me a minute, now listen,
I'm not finding fault, but here, Miss,
Some folks'll boast about their family trees,
And there's some trees they ought to lop;
You ask about these wrinkles,
These wrinkles I have on my brow,
When a lad's been drummed out of the Army,
He's an outcast despised by all men;
Introductory Narrative
Oh dear, starting another day I suppose
She was poor but she was honest,
Though she came from 'umble stock,
If you ever go to Dampoor by the Dampoor slow express
Be careful how you travel - try to fix
A 'dirty night' at the "Tiddlers Arms,"
Where the "Skylark" sailors meet,
I'm cherishing a secret in my bosom
About this dreadful stage-life that I lead
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