The Bab Ballads Part 1

The Bab Ballads.

by W. S. Gilbert.

Captain Reece

Of all the s.h.i.+ps upon the blue, No s.h.i.+p contained a better crew Than that of worthy CAPTAIN REECE, Commanding of The Mantelpiece.

He was adored by all his men, For worthy CAPTAIN REECE, R.N., Did all that lay within him to Promote the comfort of his crew.

If ever they were dull or sad, Their captain danced to them like mad, Or told, to make the time pa.s.s by, Droll legends of his infancy.

A feather bed had every man, Warm slippers and hot-water can, Brown windsor from the captain's store, A valet, too, to every four.

Did they with thirst in summer burn, Lo, seltzogenes at every turn, And on all very sultry days Cream ices handed round on trays.

Then currant wine and ginger pops Stood handily on all the "tops;"

And also, with amus.e.m.e.nt rife, A "Zoetrope, or Wheel of Life."

New volumes came across the sea From MISTER MUDIE'S libraree; The Times and Sat.u.r.day Review Beguiled the leisure of the crew.

Kind-hearted CAPTAIN REECE, R.N., Was quite devoted to his men; In point of fact, good CAPTAIN REECE Beatified The Mantelpiece.

One summer eve, at half-past ten, He said (addressing all his men): "Come, tell me, please, what I can do To please and gratify my crew.

"By any reasonable plan I'll make you happy if I can; My own convenience count as nil: It is my duty, and I will."

Then up and answered WILLIAM LEE (The kindly captain's c.o.xswain he, A nervous, shy, low-spoken man), He cleared his throat and thus began:

"You have a daughter, CAPTAIN REECE, Ten female cousins and a niece, A Ma, if what I'm told is true, Six sisters, and an aunt or two.

"Now, somehow, sir, it seems to me, More friendly-like we all should be, If you united of 'em to Unmarried members of the crew.

"If you'd ameliorate our life, Let each select from them a wife; And as for nervous me, old pal, Give me your own enchanting gal!"

Good CAPTAIN REECE, that worthy man, Debated on his c.o.xswain's plan: "I quite agree," he said, "O BILL; It is my duty, and I will.

"My daughter, that enchanting gurl, Has just been promised to an Earl, And all my other familee To peers of various degree.

"But what are dukes and viscounts to The happiness of all my crew?

The word I gave you I'll fulfil; It is my duty, and I will.

"As you desire it shall befall, I'll settle thousands on you all, And I shall be, despite my h.o.a.rd, The only bachelor on board."

The boatswain of The Mantelpiece, He blushed and spoke to CAPTAIN REECE: "I beg your honour's leave," he said; "If you would wish to go and wed,

"I have a widowed mother who Would be the very thing for you-- She long has loved you from afar: She washes for you, CAPTAIN R."

The Captain saw the dame that day-- Addressed her in his playful way-- "And did it want a wedding ring?

It was a tempting ickle sing!

"Well, well, the chaplain I will seek, We'll all be married this day week At yonder church upon the hill; It is my duty, and I will!"

The sisters, cousins, aunts, and niece, And widowed Ma of CAPTAIN REECE, Attended there as they were bid; It was their duty, and they did.

The Rival Curates

List while the poet trolls Of MR. CLAYTON HOOPER, Who had a cure of souls At Spiffton-extra-Sooper.

He lived on curds and whey, And daily sang their praises, And then he'd go and play With b.u.t.tercups and daisies.

Wild croquet HOOPER banned, And all the sports of Mammon, He warred with cribbage, and He exorcised backgammon.

His helmet was a glance That spoke of holy gladness; A saintly smile his lance; His s.h.i.+eld a tear of sadness.

His Vicar smiled to see This armour on him buckled: With pardonable glee He blessed himself and chuckled.

"In mildness to abound My curate's sole design is; In all the country round There's none so mild as mine is!"

And HOOPER, disinclined His trumpet to be blowing, Yet didn't think you'd find A milder curate going.

A friend arrived one day At Spiffton-extra-Sooper, And in this shameful way He spoke to Mr. HOOPER:

"You think your famous name For mildness can't be shaken, That none can blot your fame-- But, HOOPER, you're mistaken!

"Your mind is not as blank As that of HOPLEY PORTER, Who holds a curate's rank At a.s.sesmilk-c.u.m-Worter.

"HE plays the airy flute, And looks depressed and blighted, Doves round about him 'toot,'

And lambkins dance delighted.

"HE labours more than you At worsted work, and frames it; In old maids' alb.u.ms, too, Sticks seaweed--yes, and names it!"

The tempter said his say, Which pierced him like a needle-- He summoned straight away His s.e.xton and his beadle.

(These men were men who could Hold liberal opinions: On Sundays they were good-- On week-days they were minions.)

"To HOPLEY PORTER go, Your fare I will afford you-- Deal him a deadly blow, And blessings shall reward you.

"But stay--I do not like Undue a.s.sa.s.sination, And so before you strike, Make this communication:

"I'll give him this one chance-- If he'll more gaily bear him, Play croquet, smoke, and dance, I willingly will spare him."

They went, those minions true, To a.s.sesmilk-c.u.m-Worter, And told their errand to The REVEREND HOPLEY PORTER.