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Oh flesh flesh how art thou fishified MERCUTIO	A
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'Twas twelve o'clock by Chelsea chimes	B
When all in hungry trim	C
Good Mister Jupp sat down to sup	D
With wife and Kate and Jim	C
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Said he Upon this dainty cod	E
How bravely I shall sup	D
When whiter than the tablecloth	F
A GHOST came rising up	D
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O father dear O mother dear	G
Dear Kate and brother Jim	C
You know when some one went to sea	H
Don't cry but I am him	C
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IV	I
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You hope some day with fond embrace	J
To greet your absent Jack	K
But oh I am come here to say	L
I'm never coming back	K
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V	I
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From Alexandria we set sail	M
With corn and oil and figs	N
But steering 'too much Sow ' we struck	O
Upon the Sow and Pigs	N
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The ship we pumped till we could see	I
Old England from the tops	P
When down she went with all our hands	Q
Right in the Channel's Chops	P
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Just give a look in Norey's chart	R
The very place it tells	S
I think it says twelve fathom deep	T
Clay bottom mixed with shells	S
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VIII	I
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Well there we are till 'hands aloft '	-
We have at last a call	U
The pug I had for brother Jim	C
Kate's parrot too and all	U
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IX	S
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But oh my spirit cannot rest	V
In Davy Joneses sod	E
Till I've appeared to you and said	W
Don't sup on that 'ere Cod	E
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You live on land and little think	X
What passes in the sea	S
Last Sunday week at P M	Y
That Cod was picking me	S
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Those oysters too that look so plump	Z
And seem so nicely done	A2
They put my corpse in many shells	S
Instead of only one	A2
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XII	S
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Oh do not eat those oysters then	B2
And do not touch the shrimps	S
When I was in my briny grave	I
They sucked my blood like imps	S
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XIII	S
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Don't eat what brutes would never eat	C2
The brutes I used to pat	D2
They'll know the smell they used to smell	E2
Just try the dog and cat	D2
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The spirit fled they wept his fate	F2
And cried Alack alack	X
At last up started brother Jim	C
Let's try if Jack was Jack	X
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They called the Dog they called the Cat	D2
And little Kitten too	G2
And down they put the Cod and sauce	S
To see what brutes would do	G2
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Old Tray licked all the oysters up	D
Puss never stood at crimps	S
But munched the Cod and little Kit	H2
Quite feasted on the shrimps	S
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The thing was odd and minus Cod	E
And sauce they stood like posts	S
Oh prudent folks for fear of hoax	S
Put no belief in Ghosts	S

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