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50 bab ballads-第4章

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He was so very energetic。



His Bishop at this moment chanced

To pass; and found the road encumbered;

He noticed how the Churchman danced;

And how his congregation slumbered。



The hundred and eleventh head

The priest completed of his stricture;

〃Oh; bosh!〃 the worthy Bishop said;

And walked him off as in the picture。







Ballad: THE YARN OF THE 〃NANCY BELL。〃 (1)







'TWAS on the shores that round our coast

From 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 know

Of the duties of men of the sea;

And I'll eat my hand if I understand

However you can 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; which

Is a trick all seamen larn;

And having got rid of a thumping quid;

He spun this painful yarn:



〃'Twas in the good ship NANCY BELL

That 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 the crew was drowned

(There was seventy…seven o' soul);

And only ten of the NANCY'S men

Said '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' shot

The captain for our meal。



〃The next lot fell to the NANCY'S mate;

And a delicate dish he made;

Then our appetite with the midshipmite

We 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; 'Which

Of 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 stowed

In 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 me

Were 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 salt

And 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 at the foaming froth;

When I ups with his heels; and smothers his squeals

In the scum of the boiling broth。



〃And I eat that cook in a week or less;

And … as I eating be

The 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 sit and croak; and a single joke

I 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!'〃







Ballad: THE BISHOP OF RUM…TI…FOO。







FROM east and south the holy clan

Of Bishops gathered to a man;

To Synod; called Pan…Anglican;

In flocking crowds they came。

Among them was a Bishop; who

Had lately been appointed to

The balmy isle of Rum…ti…Foo;

And PETER was his name。



His people … twenty…three in sum …

They played the eloquent tum…tum;

And lived on scalps served up; in rum …

The only sauce they knew。

When first good BISHOP PETER came

(For PETER was that Bishop's name);

To humour them; he did the same

As they of Rum…ti…Foo。



His flock; I've often heard him tell;

(His name was PETER) loved him well;

And; summoned by the sound of bell;

In crowds together came。

〃Oh; massa; why you go away?

Oh; MASSA PETER; please to stay。〃

(They called him PETER; people say;

Because it was his name。)



He told them all good boys to be;

And sailed away across the sea;

At London Bridge that Bishop he

Arrived one Tuesday night;

And as that night he homeward strode

To his Pan…Anglican abode;

He passed along the Borough Road;

And saw a gruesome sight。



He saw a crowd assembled round

A person dancing on the ground;

Who straight began to leap and bound

With all his might and main。

To see that dancing man he stopped;

Who twirled and wriggled; skipped and hopped;

Then down incontinently dropped;

And then sprang up again。



The Bishop chuckled at the sight。

〃This style of dancing would delight

A simple Rum…ti…Foozleite。

I'll learn it if I can;

To please the tribe when I get back。〃

He begged the man to teach his knack。

〃Right Reverend Sir; in half a crack!

Replied that dancing man。



The dancing man he worked away;

And taught the Bishop every day …

The dancer skipped like any fay …

Good PETER did the same。

The Bishop buckled to his task;

With BATTEMENTS; and PAS DE BASQUE。

(I'll tell you; if you care to ask;

That PETER was his name。)



〃Come; walk like this;〃 the dancer said;

〃Stick out your toes … stick in your head;

Stalk on with quick; galvanic tread …

Your fingers thus extend;

The attitude's considered quaint。〃

The weary Bishop; feeling faint;

Replied; 〃I do not say it ain't;

But 'Time!' my Christian friend!〃



〃We now proceed to something new …

Dance as the PAYNES and LAURIS do;

Like this … one; two … one; two … one; two。〃

The Bishop; never proud;

But in an overwhelming heat

(His name was PETER; I repeat)

Performed the PAYNE and LAURI feat;

And puffed his thanks aloud。



Another game the dancer planned …

〃Just take your ankle in your hand;

And try; my lord; if you can stand …

Your body stiff and stark。

If; when revisiting your see;

You learnt to hop on shore … like me …

The novelty would striking be;

And must attract remark。〃



〃No;〃 said the worthy Bishop; 〃no;

That is a length to which; I trow;

Colonial Bishops cannot go。

You may express surprise

At finding Bishops deal in pride …

But if that trick I ever tried;

I should appear undig
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