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The Captain And The Mermaids.

    By William Schwenck Gilbert



    I sing a legend of the sea,
    So hard-a-port upon your lee!
    A ship on starboard tack!
    She's bound upon a private cruise -
    (This is the kind of spice I use
    To give a salt-sea smack).

    Behold, on every afternoon
    (Save in a gale or strong Monsoon)
    Great Captain Capel Cleggs
    (Great morally, though rather short)
    Sat at an open weather-port
    And aired his shapely legs.

    And Mermaids hung around in flocks,
    On cable chains and distant rocks,
    To gaze upon those limbs;
    For legs like those, of flesh and bone,
    Are things "not generally known"
    To any Merman Timbs.

    But Mermen didn't seem to care
    Much time (as far as I'm aware)
    With Cleggs's legs to spend;
    Though Mermaids swam around all day
    And gazed, exclaiming, "That's the way
    A gentleman should end!

    "A pair of legs with well-cut knees,
    And calves and ankles such as these
    Which we in rapture hail,
    Are far more eloquent, it's clear
    (When clothed in silk and kerseymere),
    Than any nasty tail."

    And Cleggs--a worthy kind old boy -
    Rejoiced to add to others' joy,
    And, when the day was dry,
    Because it pleased the lookers-on,
    He sat from morn till night--though con-
    Stitutionally shy.

    At first the Mermen laughed, "Pooh! pooh!"
    But finally they jealous grew,
    And sounded loud recalls;
    But vainly. So these fishy males
    Declared they too would clothe their tails
    In silken hose and smalls.

    They set to work, these water-men,
    And made their nether robes--but when
    They drew with dainty touch
    The kerseymere upon their tails,
    They found it scraped against their scales,
    And hurt them very much.

    The silk, besides, with which they chose
    To deck their tails by way of hose
    (They never thought of shoon),
    For such a use was much too thin, -
    It tore against the caudal fin,
    And "went in ladders" soon.

    So they designed another plan:
    They sent their most seductive man
    This note to him to show -
    "Our Monarch sends to Captain Cleggs
    His humble compliments, and begs
    He'll join him down below;

    "We've pleasant homes below the sea -
    Besides, if Captain Cleggs should be
    (As our advices say)
    A judge of Mermaids, he will find
    Our lady-fish of every kind
    Inspection will repay."

    Good Capel sent a kind reply,
    For Capel thought he could descry
    An admirable plan
    To study all their ways and laws -
    (But not their lady-fish, because
    He was a married man).

    The Merman sank--the Captain too
    Jumped overboard, and dropped from view
    Like stone from catapult;
    And when he reached the Merman's lair,
    He certainly was welcomed there,
    But, ah! with what result?

    They didn't let him learn their law,
    Or make a note of what he saw,
    Or interesting mem.:
    The lady-fish he couldn't find,
    But that, of course, he didn't mind -
    He didn't come for them.

    For though, when Captain Capel sank,
    The Mermen drawn in double rank
    Gave him a hearty hail,
    Yet when secure of Captain Cleggs,
    They cut off both his lovely legs,
    And gave him such a tail!

    When Captain Cleggs returned aboard,
    His blithesome crew convulsive roar'd,
    To see him altered so.
    The Admiralty did insist
    That he upon the Half-pay List
    Immediately should go.

    In vain declared the poor old salt,
    "It's my misfortune--not my fault,"
    With tear and trembling lip -
    In vain poor Capel begged and begged.
    "A man must be completely legged
    Who rules a British ship."

    So spake the stern First Lord aloud -
    He was a wag, though very proud,
    And much rejoiced to say,
    "You're only half a captain now -
    And so, my worthy friend, I vow
    You'll only get half-pay!"



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