from Lear and Carroll, released June 22, 2015
THE COURTSHIP OF THE YONGHY-BONGHY-BO

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On the Coast of Coromandel
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Where the early pumpkins blow,
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In the middle of the woods
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Lived the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
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Two old chairs, and half a candle,-
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One old jug without a handle,-
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These were all his worldly goods:
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In the middle of the woods,
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These were all the worldly goods,
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Of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo,
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Of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.

Once, among the Bong-trees walking
Where the early pumpkins blow,
To a little heap of stones
Came the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
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-Bo,
Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.

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'Lady Jingly! Lady Jingly!
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'Sitting where the pumpkins blow,
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'Will you come and be my wife?'
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Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
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'I am tired of living singly,-
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'On this coast so wild and shingly,-
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'I'm a-weary of my life:
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'If you'll come and be my wife,
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'Quite serene would be my life!'-
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Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo,
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Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.

'On this Coast of Coromandel,
'Shrimps and watercresses grow,
'Prawns are plentiful and cheap,'
Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
'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-Bo,
Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.

Lady Jingly answered sadly,
And her tears began to flow,-
'Your proposal comes too late,
'Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!
'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-Bo!
'Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!'

'Mr. Jones - (his name is Handel,-
'Handel Jones, Esquire, & Co.)
'Dorking fowls delights to send,
'Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!
'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-Bo!
'Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!'

'Though you've such a tiny body,
'And your head so large doth grow,-
'Though your hat may blow away,
'Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!
'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. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!
'Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!'.

Down the slippery slopes of Myrtle,
Where the early pumpkins blow,
To the calm and silent sea
Fled the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
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-Bo,
Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.

Through the silent-roaring ocean
Did the Turtle swiftly go;
Holding fast upon his shell
Rode the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
With a sad primๆval 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-Bo,
Sang the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.

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From the Coast of Coromandel,
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Did that Lady never go;
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On that heap of stones she mourns
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For the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
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On that Coast of Coromandel,
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In his jug without a handle
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Still she weeps, and daily moans;
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On that little heap of stones
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To her Dorking Hens she moans,
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For the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo,
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