Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 102, April 9, 1892 by Various
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page 9 of 40 (22%)
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He crept up with his big harpoon,
Brave boys! That monster to impa-a-a-ale, And stubbornly he kep' on A hurling of his weapon, Till he managed to hit that Whale, Brave boys! He managed to prick that Whale. Then he thought he'd done a mighty clever thing, Brave boys! But the Whale gave a fhwisk! with his ta-a-a-ail, And then vanished from his view, _With the harpoon wot he threw_, And WILL-I-AM nearly followed that Whale, Brave boys! Wos werry near to _following_ that Whale: Then WILL-I-AM the Whaler looked dumfoozled, Brave boys! And _I_ sings out--a being within ha-a-a-il-- "I told you, noble Cap'en, Exactly wot would happen!" So--he didn't catch that Whale, Brave boys! _No--he never caught that Whale!_ * * * * * "NAMES AND THEIR MEANING."--_À propos_ of some correspondence in the |
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