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A Calendar a Calendar look in the Almanac find out moonshine find out moonshine Midsummer Night's Dream	A
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The by gone September	B
As folks may remember	B
At least if their memory saves but an ember	B
One fine afternoon	C
There went up a Balloon	C
Which did not return to the Earth very soon	C
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II	-
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For nearing the sky	-
At about a mile high	-
The A ronaut bold had resolved on a fly	-
So cutting his string	D
In a Parasol thing	D
Down he came in a field like a lark from the wing	D
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III	-
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Meanwhile thus adrift	E
The Balloon made a shift	E
To rise very fast with no burden to lift	E
It got very small	F
Then to nothing at all	F
And then rose the question of where it would fall	F
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IV	-
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Some thought that for lack	G
Of the man and his pack	G
'Twould rise to the cherub that watches Poor Jack	G
Some held but in vain	H
With the first heavy rain	H
'Twould surely come down to the Gardens again	I
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V	-
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But still not a word	J
For a month could be heard	J
Of what had become of the Wonderful Bird	J
The firm Gye and Hughes	K
Wore their boots out and shoes	K
In running about and inquiring for news	K
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VI	-
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Some thought it must be	-
Tumbled into the Sea	-
Some thought it had gone off to High Germanie	I
For Germans as shown	I
By their writings 'tis known	I
Are always delighted with what is high flown	I
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VII	-
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Some hinted a bilk	L
And that maidens who milk	L
In far distant Shires would be walking in silk	L
Some swore that it must	M
As they said at the fust	M
Have gone again' flashes of lightning and bust	M
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VIII	-
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However at last	N
When six weeks had gone past	N
Intelligence came of a plausible cast	N
A wondering clown	I
At a hamlet near town	I
Had seen like a moon of green cheese coming down	I
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Soon spread the alarm	O
And from cottage and farm	O
The natives buzz'd out like the bees when they swarm	P
And off ran the folk	Q
It is such a good joke	Q
To see the descent of a bagful of smoke	Q
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And lo the machine	I
Dappled yellow and green	I
Was plainly enough in the clouds to be seen	I
Yes yes was the cry	-
It's the old one surely	-
Where can it have been such a time in the sky	-
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XI	-
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Lord where will it fall	F
It can't find out Vauxhall	F
Without any pilot to guide it at all	F
Some wager'd that Kent	R
Would behold the event	R
Debrett had been posed to predict its descent	R
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XII	-
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Some thought it would pitch	S
In the old Tower Ditch	S
Some swore on the Cross of St Paul's it would hitch	S
And Farmers cried Zounds	-
If it drops on our grounds	-
We'll try if Balloons can't be put into pounds	-
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XIII	-
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But still to and fro	T
It continued to go	T
As if looking out for soft places below	T
No difficult job	U
It had only to bob	U
Slap dash down at once on the heads of the mob	U
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XIV	-
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Who too apt to stare	V
At some castle in air	V
Forget that the earth is their proper affair	V
Till watching the fall	F
Of some soap bubble ball	F
They tumble themselves with a terrible sprawl	F
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Meanwhile from its height	W
Stooping downward in flight	W
The Phenomenon came more distinctly in sight	W
Still bigger and bigger	B
And strike me a nigger	B
Unfreed if there was not a live human figure	B
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Yes plain to be seen	I
Underneath the machine	I
There dangled a mortal some swore it was Green	I
Some mason could spy	-
Others named Mr Gye	X
Or Holland compell'd by the Belgians to fly	-
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'Twas Graham the flighty	-
Whom the Duke high and mighty	-
Resign'd to take care of his own lignum vit	-
'Twas Hampton whose whim	Y
Was in Cloudland to swim	Y
Till e'en Little Hampton looked little to him	Y
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But all were at fault	-
From the heavenly vault	-
The falling balloon came at last to a halt	-
And bounce with the jar	Z
Of descending so far	Z
An outlandish Creature was thrown from the car	Z
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At first with the jolt	-
All his wits made a bolt	-
As if he'd been flung by a mettlesome colt	-
And while in his faint	-
To avoid all complaint	-
The muse shall endeavor his portrait to paint	-
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The face of this elf	-
Round as platter of delf	-
Was pale as if only a cast of itself	-
His head had a rare	V
Fleece of silvery hair	V
Just like the Albino at Bartlemy Fair	V
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XXI	-
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His eyes they were odd	-
Like the eyes of a cod	-
And gave him the look of a watery God	-
His nose was a snub	A2
Under which for his grub	A2
Was a round open mouth like to that of a chub	A2
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His person was small	F
Without figure at all	F
A plump little body as round as a ball	F
With two little fins	-
And a couple of pins	-
With what has been christened a bow in the shins	-
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His dress it was new	I
A full suit of sky blue	I
With bright silver buckles in each little shoe	I
Thus painted complete	-
From his head to his feet	-
Conceive him laid flat in Squire Hopkins's wheat	-
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XXIV	-
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Fine text for the crowd	-
Who disputed aloud	-
What sort of a creature had dropp'd from the cloud	-
He's come from o'er seas	-
He's a Cochin Chinese	-
By jingo he's one of the wild Cherokees	-
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Don't nobody know	T
He's a young Esquimaux	-
Turn'd white like the hares by the Arctical snow	T
Some angel my dear	B2
Sent from some upper spear	B2
For Plumtree or Agnew too good for this here	C2
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Meanwhile with a sigh	-
Having open'd one eye	-
The Stranger rose up on his seat by and by	-
And finding his tongue	D2
Thus he said or he sung	D2
Mi criky bo biggamy kickery bung	D2
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Lord what does he speak	E2
It's Dog Latin it's Greek	E2
It's some sort of slang for to puzzle a Beak	E2
It's no like the Scotch	F2
Said a Scot on the watch	F2
Pho it's nothing at all but a kind of hotch potch	F2
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It's not parly voo	-
Cried a schoolboy or two	I
Nor Hebrew at all said a wandering Jew	I
Some held it was sprung	D2
From the Irvingite tongue	D2
The same that is used by a child very young	D2
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Some guess'd it high Dutch	F2
Others thought it had much	F2
In sound of the true Hoky poky ish touch	F2
But none could be poz	-
What the Dickins not Boz	-
No mortal could tell what the Dickins it was	-
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When who should come pat	-
In a moment like that	-
But Bowring to see what the people were at	-
A Doctor well able	G2
Without any fable	G2
To talk and translate all the babble of Babel	G2
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So just drawing near	B2
With a vigilant ear	C2
That took ev'ry syllable in very clear	B2
Before one could sip	H2
Up a tumbler of flip	H2
He knew the whole tongue from the root to the tip	H2
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Then stretching his hand	-
As you see Daniel stand	-
In the Feast of Belshazzar that picture so grand	-
Without more delay	I2
In the Hamilton way	I2
He English'd whatever the Elf had to say	I2
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XXXIII	I2
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Krak kraziboo ban	I
I'm the Lunatick Man	I
Confined in the Moon since creation began	I
Sit muggy bigog	D2
Whom except in a fog	D2
You see with a Lanthorn a Bush and a Dog	D2
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Lang sinery lear	B2
For this many a year	B2
I've long'd to drop in at your own little sphere	B2
Och pad mad aroon	I
Till one fine afternoon	I
I found that Wind Coach on the horns of the Moon	I
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Cush quackery go	D2
But besides you must know	D2
I'd heard of a profiting Prophet below	D2
Big botherum blether	B2
Who pretended to gather	B2
The tricks that the Moon meant to play with the weather	B2
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So Crismus an crash	F2
Being shortish of cash	F2
I thought I'd a right to partake of the hash	F2
Slik mizzle an smak	D2
So I'm come with a pack	D2
To sell to the trade of My Own Almanack	D2
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Fiz bobbery pershal	D2
Besides aims commercial	D2
Much wishing to honor my friend Sir John Herschel	D2
Cum puddin and tame	J2
It's inscribed to his name	J2
Which is now at the full in celestial fame	J2
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Wept wepton wish wept	-
Pray this Copy accept	-
But here on the Stranger some Kidnappers leapt	-
For why a shrewd man	I
Had devis'd a sly plan	I
The Wonder to grab for a show Caravan	I
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XXXIX	I2
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So plotted so done	I
With a fight as in fun	I
While mock pugilistical rounds were begun	I
A knave who could box	I2
And give right and left knocks	I2
Caught hold of the Prize by his silvery locks	I2
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XL	D2
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And hard he had fared	-
But the people were scared	-
By what the Interpreter roundly declared	-
You ignorant Turks	I2
You will be your own Burkes	I2
He holds all the keys of the lunary works	I2
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XLI	D2
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You'd best let him go	D2
If you keep him below	D2
The Moon will not change and the tides will not flow	D2
He left her at full	D2
And with such a long pull	D2
Zounds ev'ry man Jack will run mad like a bull	D2
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XLII	D2
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So awful a threat	-
Took effect on the set	-
The fright tho' was more than their Guest could forget	-
So taking a jump	K2
In the car he came plump	K2
And threw all the ballast right out in a lump	K2
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XLIII	D2
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Up soar'd the machine	I
With its yellow and green	I
But still the pale face of the Creature was seen	I
Who cried from the car	B2
Dam in yooman bi gar	B2
That is What a sad set of villains you are	B2
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Howbeit at some height	-
He threw down quite a flight	-
Of Almanacks wishing to set us all right	-
And thanks to the boon	I
We shall see very soon	I
If Murphy knows most or the Man in the Moon	I