Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 102, April 9, 1892 by Various
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A mere nipper for to capture a Whale.
I gives him the best of adwice, Brave boys! For I knowed he was bound for to fa-a-a-il; But he ups, and he offs, And he snubs me, and he scoffs At the notion of a-missing that Whale, Brave boys! The mere notion of _not_ catching that Whale. And he bobbles about on the waves, Brave boys! And his stout heart doth not qua-a-a-ail; He's a foolish little chuck, But he's got a lot o' pluck, Still, he will not catch that Whale, Brave boys! He ain't going for to catch that Whale. There was three whopping Whales in the offing, Brave boys! And them he did loudly h-a-a-ail; But to such a voice as his'n They worn't a-going to listen, Especially that big black Whale, Brave boys! Most especially that big black Whale. |
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