Part 176 (2/2)
III
”Lady Jingly! Lady Jingly!
Sitting where the pumpkins blow, Will you come and be my wife?”
Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo, ”I am tired of living singly,-- On this coast so wild and s.h.i.+ngly,-- I'm a-weary of my life; If you'll come and be my wife, Quite serene would be my life!”
Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo, Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
IV
”On this Coast of Coromandel Shrimps and watercresses grow, Prawns are plentiful and cheap,”
Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
”You shall have my chairs and candle, And my jug without a handle!
Gaze upon the rolling deep (Fish is plentiful and cheap): As the sea, my love is deep!”
Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo, Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
V
Lady Jingly answered sadly, And her tears began to flow,-- ”Your proposal comes too late, Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!
I would be your wife most gladly!”
(Here she twirled her fingers madly,) ”But in England I've a mate!
Yes! you've asked me far too late, For in England I've a mate, Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!
Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!
VI
”Mr. Jones (his name is Handel,-- Handel Jones, Esquire & Co.) Dorking fowls delights to send, Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!
Keep, oh, keep your chairs and candle, And your jug without a handle,-- I can merely be your friend!
Should my Jones more Dorkings send, I will give you three, my friend!
Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!
Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!
VII
”Though you've such a tiny body, And your head so large doth grow,-- Though your hat may blow away, Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!
Though you're such a Hoddy Doddy, Yet I wish that I could modi- fy the words I needs must say!
Will you please to go away?
That is all I have to say, Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!
Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!”
VIII
Down the slippery slopes of Myrtle, Where the early pumpkins blow, To the calm and silent sea Fled the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
There, beyond the Bay of Gurtle, Lay a large and lively Turtle.
”You're the Cove,” he said, ”for me: On your back beyond the sea, Turtle, you shall carry me!”
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