The Courtship Of The Yonghy-Bonghy-B.

I.     On the Coast of Coromandel     Where the early pumpkins blow,     In the middle of the woods     Lived the Yonghy-Bonghy-B.     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-B,     Of the Yonghy-Bonghy B.         II.     Once, among the Bong-trees walking     Where the early pumpkins blow,     To a little heap of stones     Came the Yonghy-Bonghy-B.     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-B,     Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-B.         III.     "Lady Jingly! Lady Jingly!     Sitting where the pumpkins blow,     Will you come and be my wife?"     Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-B.     "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-B,     Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-B.         IV.     "On this Coast of Coromandel     Shrimps and watercresses grow,     Prawns are plentiful and cheap,"     Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-B.     "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-B,     Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-B.         V.     Lady Jingly answered sadly,     And her tears began to flow, -     "Your proposal comes too late,     Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-B!     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-B!     Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-B!         VI.     "Mr. Jones (his name is Handel, -     Handel Jones, Esquire, & Co.)     Dorking fowls delights to send,     Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-B!     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-Bongy-B!     Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-B!         VII.     "Though you've such a tiny body,     And your head so large doth grow, -     Though your hat may blow away,     Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-B!     Though you're such a Hoddy Doddy,     Yet I 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. Yongby-Bonghy-B!     Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-B!"         VIII.     Down the slippery slopes of Myrtle,     Where the early pumpkins blow,     To the calm and silent sea     Fled the Yonghy-Bonghy-B.     There, beyond the Bay of Gurtle,     Lay a large and lively Turtle.     "You're the Cove," he said, "for me;     On your back beyond the sea,     Turtle, you shall carry me!"     Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-B,     Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-B.              IX.     Through the silent-roaring ocean     Did the Turtle swiftly go;     Holding fast upon his shell     Rode the Yonghy-Bonghy-B.     With a sad primaeval motion     Towards the sunset isles of Boshen     Still the Turtle bore him well.     Holding fast upon his shell,     "Lady Jingly Jones, farewell!"     Sang the Yonghy-Bonghy-B,     Sang the Yonghy-Bonghy-B.         X.     From the Coast of Coromandel     Did that Lady never go;     On that heap of stones she mourns     For the Yonghy-Bonghy-B.     On that Coast of Coromandel,     In his jug without a handle     Still she weeps, and daily moans;     On that little heap of stones     To her Dorking Hens she moans,     For the Yonghy-Bonghy-B,     For the Yonghy-Bonghy-B.