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No. 2: SONG (Ruth)
"When Frederic was a little lad"
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When Frederic was a little lad |
I was a stupid nurserymaid, On breakers always steering, And I did not catch the word aright, Through being hard of hearing; Mistaking my instructions, Which within my brain did gyrate, I took and bound this promising boy Apprentice to a pirate. A sad mistake it was to make And doom him to a vile lot. I bound him to a pirate – you – Instead of to a pilot. |
I soon found out, beyond all doubt,
The scope of this disaster,
But I hadn’t the face to return to my place,
And break it to my master.
A nurserymaid is not afraid
Of what you people call work,
So I made up my mind to go as a kind
Of piratical maid-of-all-work.
And that is how you find me now,
A member of your shy lot,
Which you wouldn’t have found, had he been bound
Apprentice to a pilot.
The scope of this disaster,
But I hadn’t the face to return to my place,
And break it to my master.
A nurserymaid is not afraid
Of what you people call work,
So I made up my mind to go as a kind
Of piratical maid-of-all-work.
And that is how you find me now,
A member of your shy lot,
Which you wouldn’t have found, had he been bound
Apprentice to a pilot.

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