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THE YARN OF THE "NANCY BELL." 'Twas on the shores that round our coastFrom Deal to Ramsgate span,That I found alone, on a piece of stone,An elderly naval man. His hair was weedy, his beard was long,And weedy and long was he,And I heard this wight on the shore recite,In a singular minor key: "Oh, I am a cook and a captain bold,And the mate of the Nancy brig,And a bo'sun tight, and a midshipmite,And the crew of the captain's gig." And he shook his fists and he tore his hair.Till I really felt afraid;For I couldn't help thinking the man had been drinking,And so I simply said: "Oh, elderly man it's little I knowOf the duties of men of the sea,And I'll eat my hand if I understandHow you can possibly be "At once a cook, and a captain bold,And the mate of the Nancy brig,And a bo'sun tight and a midshipmite,And the crew of the captain's gig." Then he gave a hitch to his trousers, whichIs a trick all seamen larn,And having got rid of a thumping quid,He spun this painful yarn: "'Twas in the good ship Nancy BellThat we sailed to the Indian sea,And there on a reef we come to grief,Which has often occurred to me. "And pretty nigh all o' the crew was drowned(There was seventy-seven o' soul),And only ten of the Nancy's menSaid 'Here!' to the muster roll. "There was me and the cook and the captain bold,And the mate of the Nancy brig,And the bo'sun tight and a midshipmite,And the crew of the captain's gig. "For a month we'd neither wittles nor drink,Till a-hungry we did feel,So, we drawed a lot, and, accordin' shotThe captain for our meal. "The next lot fell to the Nancy's mate,And a delicate dish he made;Then our appetite with the midshipmiteWe seven survivors stayed. "And then we murdered the bo'sun tight,And he much resembled pig;Then we wittled free, did the cook and me,On the crew of the captain's gig. "Then only the cook and me was left,And the delicate question, 'WhichOf us two goes to the kettle?' arose,And we argued it out as sich. "For I loved that cook as a brother, I did,And the cook he worshipped me;But we'd both be blowed if we'd either be stowedIn the other chap's hold, you see. "'I'll be eat if you dines off me,' says Tom,'Yes, that,' says I, 'you'll be,'—'I'm boiled if I die, my friend,' quoth I,And 'Exactly so,' quoth he. "Says he, 'Dear James, to murder meWere a foolish thing to do,For don't you see that you can't cook me,While I can—and will—cook you!' "So, he boils the water, and takes the saltAnd the pepper in portions true(Which he never forgot), and some chopped shalot,And some sage and parsley too. "'Come here,' says he, with a proper pride,Which his smiling features tell,''T will soothing be if I let you see,How extremely nice you'll smell,' "And he stirred it round and round and round,And he sniffed the foaming froth;When I ups with his heels, and smothers his squealsIn the scum of the boiling broth. "And I eat that cook in a week or less,And—as I eating beThe last of his chops, why I almost drops,For a wessel in sight I see.
"And I never larf, and I never smile,And I never lark nor play,But I sit and croak, and a single jokeI have—which is to say: "Oh, I am a cook and a captain bold,And the mate of the Nancy brig,And a bo'sun tight, and a midshipmite,And the crew of the captain's gig!"
CAPTAIN REECE. Of all the ships upon the blue,No ship contained a better crewThan that of worthy Captain Reece....