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'Twas on the shores that round our coast	A
From Deal to Ramsgate span	B
That I found alone on a piece of stone	C
An elderly naval man	B
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His hair was weedy his beard was long	D
And weedy and long was he	E
And I heard this wight on the shore recite	F
In a singular minor key	E
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Oh I am a cook and a captain bold	G
And the mate of the NANCY brig	H
And a bo'sun tight and a midshipmite	G
And the crew of the captain's gig	H
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And he shook his fists and he tore his hair	I
Till I really felt afraid	G
For I couldn't help thinking the man had been drinking	J
And so I simply said	G
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Oh elderly man it's little I know	K
Of the duties of men of the sea	E
And I'll eat my hand if I understand	G
However you can be	E
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At once a cook and a captain bold	G
And the mate of the NANCY brig	H
And a bo'sun tight and a midshipmite	G
And the crew of the captain's gig	H
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Then he gave a hitch to his trousers which	L
Is a trick all seamen larn	K
And having got rid of a thumping quid	G
He spun this painful yarn	K
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'Twas in the good ship NANCY BELL	M
That we sailed to the Indian Sea	E
And there on a reef we come to grief	N
Which has often occurred to me	E
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And pretty nigh all the crew was drowned	G
There was seventy seven o' soul	O
And only ten of the NANCY'S men	K
Said 'Here ' to the muster roll	O
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There was me and the cook and the captain bold	G
And the mate of the NANCY brig	H
And the bo'sun tight and a midshipmite	G
And the crew of the captain's gig	H
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For a month we'd neither wittles nor drink	P
Till a hungry we did feel	Q
So we drawed a lot and accordin' shot	G
The captain for our meal	Q
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The next lot fell to the NANCY'S mate	G
And a delicate dish he made	G
Then our appetite with the midshipmite	G
We seven survivors stayed	G
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And then we murdered the bo'sun tight	G
And he much resembled pig	H
Then we wittled free did the cook and me	E
On the crew of the captain's gig	H
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Then only the cook and me was left	G
And the delicate question 'Which	L
Of us two goes to the kettle ' arose	R
And we argued it out as sich	L
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For I loved that cook as a brother I did	G
And the cook he worshipped me	E
But we'd both be blowed if we'd either be stowed	G
In the other chap's hold you see	E
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'I'll be eat if you dines off me ' says TOM	S
'Yes that ' says I 'you'll be	E
'I'm boiled if I die my friend ' quoth I	T
And 'Exactly so ' quoth he	E
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Says he 'Dear JAMES to murder me	E
Were a foolish thing to do	G
For don't you see that you can't cook ME	E
While I can and will cook YOU '	-
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So he boils the water and takes the salt	G
And the pepper in portions true	G
Which he never forgot and some chopped shalot	G
And some sage and parsley too	G
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'Come here ' says he with a proper pride	G
Which his smiling features tell	M
''T will soothing be if I let you see	E
How extremely nice you'll smell '	-
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And he stirred it round and round and round	G
And he sniffed at the foaming froth	U
When I ups with his heels and smothers his squeals	V
In the scum of the boiling broth	U
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And I eat that cook in a week or less	W
And as I eating be	E
The last of his chops why I almost drops	X
For a wessel in sight I see	E
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And I never larf and I never smile	Y
And I never lark nor play	Z
But sit and croak and a single joke	A2
I have which is to say	Z
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Oh I am a cook and a captain bold	G
And the mate of the NANCY brig	H
And a bo'sun tight and a midshipmite	G
And the crew of the captain's gig '	-

William Schwenck Gilbert

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