  The Outlandishman came o'er the sea, o'er the sea, In a skipaway flipaway boat; And who so merry, so merry as he, As soon as he got afloat? He sat on the poop to gobble his soup With a spoon, with a spoon of the best; And part of his fast he broke on the mast, And smashed on the bowsprit the rest. He lowered his line in the deep, in the deep, And invited the fishlikins up; Then he hung them in rows in front of his nose, And wished it were time to sup. Then the Bottlegreen Bovis arose, arose, And asked was he game for a fight; But he seized on the anchor and threw it with rancor, And the foe-fish retired from sight. He danced on the deck with never a check Till the clock, till the clock struck nine. And his eyes did wink, and he sang "tink a tink!" In the mowl of the merry moonshine. Lo! all of these things the Outlandishman did, As he sailed, as he sailed on the sea. Yea, more! yea, more! both sorry and sore, But you never shall learn them from me. |
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