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William Schwenck Gilbert - The Darned Mounseer
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I shipped, d`ye see, in a Revenue sloop,
And, off Cape Finisteere,
A merchantman we see,
A Frenchman, going free,
So we made for the bold Mounseer,
D`ye see?
We made for the bold Mounseer!
But she proved to be a Frigate - and she up with her ports,
And fires with a thirty-two!
It come uncommon near,
But we answered with a cheer,
Which paralysed the Parley-voo,
D`ye see?
Which paralysed the Parley-voo!

Then our Captain he up and he says, says he,
"That chap we need not fear, -
We can take her, if we like,
She is sartin for to strike,
For she`s only a darned Mounseer,
D`ye see?
She`s only a darned Mounseer!
But to fight a French fal-lal - it`s like hittin` of a gal -
It`s a lubberly thing for to do;
For we, with all our faults,
Why, we`re sturdy British salts,
While she`s but a Parley-voo,
D`ye see?
A miserable Parley-voo!"

So we up with our helm, and we scuds before the breeze,
As we gives a compassionating cheer;
Froggee answers with a shout
As he sees us go about,
Which was grateful of the poor Mounseer,
D`ye see?
Which was grateful of the poor Mounseer!
And I`ll wager in their joy they kissed each other`s cheek
(Which is what them furriners do),
And they blessed their lucky stars
We were hardy British tars
Who had pity on a poor Parley-voo,
D`ye see?
Who had pity on a poor Parley-voo!
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