The Bab Ballads
by W. S. Gilbert
Contents:
Captain Reece
The Rival Curates
Only A Dancing Girl
General John
To A Little Maid - By A Policeman
John And Freddy
Sir Guy The Crusader
Haunted
The Bishop And The `Busman
The Troubadour
Ferdinando And Elvira; Or, The Gentle Pieman
Lorenzo De Lardy
Disillusioned - By An Ex-Enthusiast
Babette's Love
To My Bride - (Whoever She May Be)
The Folly Of Brown - By A General Agent
Sir Macklin
The Yarn Of The "Nancy Bell"
The Bishop Of Rum-Ti-Foo
The Precocious Baby. A Very True Tale
To Phoebe
Baines Carew, Gentleman
Thomas Winterbottom Hance
The Reverend Micah Sowls
A Discontented Sugar Broker
The Pantomime "Super" To His Mask
The Force Of Argument
The Ghost, The Gallant, The Gael, And The Goblin
The Phantom Curate. A Fable
The Sensation Captain
Tempora Mutantur
At A Pantomime. By A Bilious One
King Borria Bungalee Boo
The Periwinkle Girl
Thomson Green And Harriet Hale
Bob Polter
The Story Of Prince Agib
Ellen McJones Aberdeen
Peter The Wag
Ben Allah Achmet; - Or, The Fatal Tum
The Three Kings Of Chickeraboo
Joe Golightly - Or, The First Lord's Daughter
To The Terrestrial Globe. By A Miserable Wretch
Gentle Alice Brown
Ballad: Captain Reece
Of all the ships upon the blue,
No ship 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 pass 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
amusement rife,
A "Zoetrope, or Wheel of Life."
New volumes came across the sea
From MISTER MUDIE'S libraree;
THE TIMES and SATURDAY 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 coxswain 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 coxswain'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 hoard,
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.
Ballad: 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 buttercups 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
shield 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 Assesmilk-cum-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' albums, too,
Sticks
seaweed - yes, and names it!"
The tempter said his say,
Which pierced him like a
needle -
He summoned straight away
His sexton 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.