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The Courtship of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò

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On the Coast of Coromandel
Where the early pumpkins blow,
In the middle of the woods
Lived the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
Two old chairs, and half a candle, —
One old jug without a handle, —
These were all his worldly goods:
In the middle of the woods,
These were all the worldly goods,
Of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,
Of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.

II

Once, among the Bong-trees walking
Where the early pumpkins blow,
To a little heap of stones
Came the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
There he heard a Lady talking,
To some milk-white Hens of Dorking, —
''Tis the lady Jingly Jones!
'On that little heap of stones
'Sits the Lady Jingly Jones!
Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,
Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.

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'Lady Jingly! Lady Jingly!
'Sitting where the pumpkins blow,
'Will you come and be my wife?
Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
'I am tired of living singly, —
'On this coast so wild and shingly, —
'I'm a-weary of my life:
'If you'll come and be my wife,
'Quite serene would be my life! —
Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,
Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.

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'On this Coast of Coromandel,
'Shrimps and watercresses grow,
'Prawns are plentiful and cheap,
Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
'You shall have my chairs and candle,
'And my jug without a handle! —
'Gaze upon the rolling deep
('Fish is plentiful and cheap)
'As the sea, my love is deep!
Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,
Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.

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Lady Jingly answered sadly,
And her tears began to flow, —
'Your proposal comes too late,
'Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!
'I would be your wife most gladly!
(Here she twirled her fingers madly,)
'But in England I've a mate!
'Yes! you've asked me far too late,
'For in England I've a mate,
'Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!
'Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!

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'Mr. Jones – (his name is Handel, —
'Handel Jones, Esquire, & Co.)
'Dorking fowls delights to send,
'Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!
'Keep, oh! keep your chairs and candle,
'And your jug without a handle, —
'I can merely be your friend!
' – Should my Jones more Dorkings send,
'I will give you three, my friend!
'Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!
'Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!

VII

'Though you've such a tiny body,
'And your head so large doth grow, —
'Though your hat may blow away,
'Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!
'Though you're such a Hoddy Doddy —
'Yet a wish that I could modi —
'fy the words I needs must say!
'Will you please to go away?
'That is all I have to say —
'Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!
'Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò! .

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