50 bab ballads-第6部分
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Next； when at quiet sea…side village； freed
From cares episcopal and ties monarchical；
He grows his beard； and smokes his fragrant weed；
In manner anything but hierarchical …
He sees … and fixes an unearthly stare on it …
That curate's face； with half a yard of hair on it！
At length he gave a charge； and spake this word：
〃Vicars； your curates to enjoyment urge ye may；
To check their harmless pleasuring's absurd；
What laymen do without reproach； my clergy may。〃
He spake； and lo！ at this concluding word of him；
The curate vanished … no one since has heard of him。
Ballad： KING BORRIA BUNGALEE BOO。
KING BORRIA BUNGALEE BOO
Was a man…eating African swell；
His sigh was a hullaballoo；
His whisper a horrible yell …
A horrible； horrible yell！
Four subjects； and all of them male；
To BORRIA doubled the knee；
They were once on a far larger scale；
But he'd eaten the balance； you see
（〃Scale〃 and 〃balance〃 is punning； you see）。
There was haughty PISH…TUSH…POOH…BAH；
There was lumbering DOODLE…DUM…DEY；
Despairing ALACK…A…DEY…AH；
And good little TOOTLE…TUM…TEH …
Exemplary TOOTLE…TUM…TEH。
One day there was grief in the crew；
For they hadn't a morsel of meat；
And BORRIA BUNGALEE BOO
Was dying for something to eat …
〃Come； provide me with something to eat！
〃ALACK…A…DEY； famished I feel；
Oh； good little TOOTLE…TUM…TEH；
Where on earth shall I look for a meal？
For I haven't no dinner to…day！ …
Not a morsel of dinner to…day！
〃Dear TOOTLE…TUM； what shall we do？
Come； get us a meal； or； in truth；
If you don't； we shall have to eat you；
Oh； adorable friend of our youth！
Thou beloved little friend of our youth！〃
And he answered； 〃Oh； BUNGALEE BOO；
For a moment I hope you will wait； …
TIPPY…WIPPITY TOL…THE…ROL…LOO
Is the Queen of a neighbouring state …
A remarkably neighbouring state。
〃TIPPY…WIPPITY TOL…THE…ROL…LOO；
She would pickle deliciously cold …
And her four pretty Amazons； too；
Are enticing； and not very old …
Twenty…seven is not very old。
〃There is neat little TITTY…FOL…LEH；
There is rollicking TRAL…THE…RAL…LAH；
There is jocular WAGGETY…WEH；
There is musical DOH…REH…MI…FAH …
There's the nightingale DOH…REH…MI…FAH！〃
So the forces of BUNGALEE BOO
Marched forth in a terrible row；
And the ladies who fought for QUEEN LOO
Prepared to encounter the foe …
This dreadful； insatiate foe！
But they sharpened no weapons at all；
And they poisoned no arrows … not they！
They made ready to conquer or fall
In a totally different way …
An entirely different way。
With a crimson and pearly…white dye
They endeavoured to make themselves fair；
With black they encircled each eye；
And with yellow they painted their hair
（It was wool； but they thought it was hair）。
And the forces they met in the field：…
And the men of KING BORRIA said；
〃Amazonians； immediately yield！〃
And their arrows they drew to the head …
Yes； drew them right up to the head。
But jocular WAGGETY…WEH
Ogled DOODLE…DUM…DEY （which was wrong）；
And neat little TITTY…FOL…LEH
Said； 〃TOOTLE…TUM； you go along！
You naughty old dear； go along！〃
And rollicking TRAL…THE…RAL…LAH
Tapped ALACK…A…DEY…AH with her fan；
And musical DOH…REH…MI…FAH
Said； 〃PISH； go away； you bad man！
Go away； you delightful young man！〃
And the Amazons simpered and sighed；
And they ogled； and giggled； and flushed；
And they opened their pretty eyes wide；
And they chuckled； and flirted； and blushed
（At least； if they could； they'd have blushed）。
But haughty PISH…TUSH…POOH…BAH
Said； 〃ALACK…A…DEY； what does this mean？〃
And despairing ALACK…A…DEY…AH
Said； 〃They think us uncommonly green！
Ha！ ha！ most uncommonly green！〃
Even blundering DOODLE…DUM…DEY
Was insensible quite to their leers；
And said good little TOOTLE…TUM…TEH；
〃It's your blood we desire； pretty dears …
We have come for our dinners； my dears！〃
And the Queen of the Amazons fell
To BORRIA BUNGALEE BOO； …
In a mouthful he gulped； with a yell；
TIPPY…WIPPITY TOL…THE…ROL…LOO …
The pretty QUEEN TOL…THE…ROL…LOO。
And neat little TITTY…FOL…LEH
Was eaten by PISH…POOH…BAH；
And light…hearted WAGGETY…WEH
By dismal ALACK…A…DEY…AH …
Despairing ALACK…A…DEY…AH。
And rollicking TRAL…THE…RAL…LAH
Was eaten by DOODLE…DUM…DEY；
And musical DOH…REH…MI…FAH
By good little TOOTLE…DUM…TEH …
Exemplary TOOTLE…TUM…TEH！
Ballad： BOB POLTER。
BOB POLTER was a navvy； and
His hands were coarse； and dirty too；
His homely face was rough and tanned；
His time of life was thirty…two。
He lived among a working clan
（A wife he hadn't got at all）；
A decent； steady； sober man …
No saint； however … not at all。
He smoked； but in a modest way；
Because he thought he needed it；
He drank a pot of beer a day；
And sometimes he exceeded it。
At times he'd pass with other men
A loud convivial night or two；
With； very likely； now and then；
On Saturdays； a fight or two。
But still he was a sober soul；
A labour…never…shirking man；
Who paid his way … upon the whole
A decent English working man。
One day； when at the Nelson's Head
（For which he may be blamed of you）；
A holy man appeared； and said；
〃Oh； ROBERT； I'm ashamed of you。〃
He laid his hand on ROBERT'S beer
Before he could drink up any；
And on the floor； with sigh and tear；
He poured the pot of 〃thruppenny。〃
〃Oh； ROBERT； at this very bar
A truth you'll be discovering；
A good and evil genius are
Around your noddle hovering。
〃They both are here to bid you shun
The other one's society；
For Total Abstinence is one；
The other； Inebriety。〃
He waved his hand … a vapour came …
A wizard POLTER reckoned him；
A bogy rose and called his name；
And with his finger beckoned him。
The monster's salient points to sum； …
His heavy breath was portery：
His glowing nose suggested rum：
His eyes were gin…and…WORtery。
His dress was torn … for dregs of ale
And slops of gin had rusted it；
His pimpled face was wan and pale；
Where filth had not encrusted it。
〃Come； POLTER；〃 said the fiend； 〃begin；
And keep the bowl a…flowing on …
A working man needs pints of gin
To keep his clockwork going on。〃
BOB shuddered： 〃Ah； you've made a miss
If you take me for one of you：
You filthy beast； get out of this …
BOB POLTER don't wan't none of you。〃
The demon gave a drunken shriek；
And crept away in stealthiness；
And lo！ instead； a person sleek；
Who seemed to burst with healthiness。
〃In me； as your adviser hints；
Of Abstinence you've got a type …
Of MR。 TWEEDIE'S pretty prints
I am the happy prototype。
〃If you abjure the social toast；
And pipes； and such frivolities；
You possibly some day may boast
My prepossessing qualities！〃
BOB rubbed his eyes； and made 'em blink：
〃You almost make me tremble； you！
If I abjure fermented drink；
Shall I； indeed； resemble you？
〃And will my whiskers curl so tight？
My cheeks grow smug and muttony？
My face become so red and white？
My coat so blue and buttony？
〃Will trousers； such as yours； array
Extremities inferior？
Will chubbiness assert its sway
All over my exterior？
〃In this； my unenlightened state；
To work in heavy boots I comes；
Will pumps henceforward decorate
My tiddle toddle tootsicums？
〃And shall I get so plump and fresh；
And look no longer seedily？
My skin will henceforth fit my flesh
So tightly and so TWEEDIE…ly？〃
The phantom said； 〃You'll have all this；
You'll know no kind of huffiness；
Your life will be one chubby bliss；
One long unruffled puffiness！〃
〃Be off！〃 said irritated BOB。
〃Why come you here to bother one？
You pharisaical old snob；
You're wuss almost than t'other one！
〃I takes my pipe … I takes my pot；
And drunk I'm never seen to be：
I'm no teetotaller or sot；
And as I am I mean to be！〃
Ballad： THE STORY OF PRINCE AGIB。
STRIKE the concertina's melancholy string！
Blow the spirit…stirring harp like anything！
Let the piano's martial blast
Rouse the Echoes of the Past；
For of AGIB； PRINCE OF TARTARY； I sing！
Of AGIB； who； amid Tartaric scenes；
Wrote a lot of ballet music in his teens：
His gentle spirit rolls
In the melody of souls …
Which is pretty； but I don't know what it means。
Of AGIB； who could readily； at sight；
Strum a march upon the loud Theodolite。
He would diligently play
On the Zoetrope all day；
And blow the gay Pantechnicon all night。
One winter … I am shaky in my dates …
Came two starving Tartar minstrels to his gates；
Oh； ALLAH be obeyed；
How infernally they played！
I remember that they called themselves the 〃O乤its。〃
Oh！ that day of sorrow； misery； and rage；
I shall carry to the Catacombs of Age；
Photographically lined
On the tablet of my mind；
When a yesterday has faded from its page！
Alas！ PRINCE AGIB went and asked them in；
Gave them beer； and eggs； and sweets； and scent； and tin。
And when （as snobs would say）
They had 〃put it all away；〃
He requested them to tune up and begin。
Though its icy horror chill you to the core；
I will tell you what I never told before； …
The consequences true
Of that awful interview；
FOR I LISTENED AT THE KEYHOLE IN THE DOOR！
They played him a sonata … let me see！
〃MEDULLA OBLONGATA〃 … key of G。
Then they began to sing
That extremely lovely thing；
SCHERZANDO！ MA NON TROPPO； PPP。〃
He gave them money； more than they could count；
Scent from a most ingenious little fount；
More beer； in little kegs；
Many dozen hard…boiled eggs；
And goodies to a fabulous amount。
Now follows the dim horror of my tale；
And I feel I'm growing gradually pale；
For； even at this day；
Though its sting has passed away；
