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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.
III
'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.
IV
'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.
V
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!
VI
'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! .
VIII
Down the slippery slopes of Myrtle,
Where the early pumpkins blow,
To the calm and silent sea
Fled the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
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-Bò,
Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
IX
Through the silent-roaring ocean
Did the Turtle swiftly go;
Holding fast upon his shell
Rode the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
With a sad primæval 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-Bò,
Sang the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
X
From the Coast of Coromandel,
Did that Lady never go;
On that heap of stones she mourns
For the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
On that Coast of Coromandel,
In his jug without a handle
Still she weeps, and daily moans;
On that little hep of stones
To her Dorking Hens she moans,
For the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,
For the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
Сватовство Йонги-Бонги-Бо
I
Как на взморье Коромандел,
Где от тыкв рябым-рябо,
Поживал в глуши лесов
Некий Йонги-Бонги-Бо.
Стула два, свечи полштучки
Да кувшин, лишённый ручки, —
Вот и всё, в конце концов,
Чем владел в глуши лесов
После дедов и отцов
Этот Йонги-Бонги-Бо,
Этот Йонги-Бонги-Бо.
II
Как-то по лесу плутая,
Где от тыкв рябым-рябо,
Кучку гальки, поражён-с,
Видит Йонги-Бонги-Бо.
Льётся Леди речь простая,
К белым курам долетая.
«Это Леди Джингли Джонс
Там, на гальке, – поражён-с! —
Вижу Леди Джингли Джонс!» —
Молвил Йонги-Бонги-Бо,
Молвил Йонги-Бонги-Бо.
III
«Леди Джингли! Леди Джингли!
Где в глазах от тыкв рябо,
Станете ли мне женой?» —
Молвил Йонги-Бонги-Бо.
«Я устал без половинки,
Жизнь пуста, в ней нет живинки,
Леди, сжальтесь надо мной:
Если станете женой,
Станет жизнь моя иной», —
Молвил Йонги-Бонги-Бо,
Молвил Йонги-Бонги-Бо.
IV
«Здесь, на взморье Коромандел,
От жерух в глазах рябо
И цена креветкам грош, —
Молвил Йонги-Бонги-Бо. —
Стула два, свечи полштучки
И кувшин, лишённый ручки, —
Будут ваши, дар хорош
(Рыба тоже стоит грош),
От любви бросает в дрожь», —
Молвил Йонги-Бонги-Бо,
Молвил Йонги-Бонги-Бо.
V
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