. The choice works of Thomas Hood, in prose and verse. as much as you can, Little Boy at the Nore 1 You live, it seems, wholly on water. Which your Gambier calls living in clever ;— But how comes it, if that is the case,Youre eternally half stas over, Little Boy at the Nore ? While vou ride—while you dance—while yod float-Never mind your imperfect orthography ;— But give us as well ns you can,Your watery auto-biography. Little l^oy at the Nore ! romic Annual, 1833. 2 O 578 THE BOY AT THE NGRE. LITTLE BOY AT THE NORE LOQUITUR. Im the tight little Boy at the Nore, In a sort of sea-ne^us I dwells
. The choice works of Thomas Hood, in prose and verse. as much as you can, Little Boy at the Nore 1 You live, it seems, wholly on water. Which your Gambier calls living in clever ;— But how comes it, if that is the case,Youre eternally half stas over, Little Boy at the Nore ? While vou ride—while you dance—while yod float-Never mind your imperfect orthography ;— But give us as well ns you can,Your watery auto-biography. Little l^oy at the Nore ! romic Annual, 1833. 2 O 578 THE BOY AT THE NGRE. LITTLE BOY AT THE NORE LOQUITUR. Im the tight little Boy at the Nore, In a sort of sea-ne^us I dwells,Half and half twixt salt water and nort ; Im reckond the first of ihe swells — Im the Boy at the Nore ! I lives with my toes to the flounders, And watches tliroiigh long days and nights; Yet, cruelly eager, men look—To catch the first glimpse of my lights— Im the Boy at the Nore i I never gets cold in the head, So my life on salt water is sweet ; I think I owes much of my healthTo being well used to wet feet— As the Boy at the Nore !. The Buoy at the Nore. Theres one thing, Im never in debt—Nay ! I liquidates m ire than I oughter;* So the man to beat Cits as goes by,la keeping the head above water. Is the lioy at the Nore ! ? A word caught from some American trader in passingi THE BOY AT THE NORB. Ive seen a good deal of distress, Lots of breakers in Oceans Gazette; They should do as I do—rise oer all,Ay, a good floating capital get, Like the Boy at the Nore I Im ater the sailors own heart,And cheers him, in deep water rolling ; And the friend of all friends to Jack Junk, Ben Backstay, Tom Pipes, and Tom Bowling,Is the Boy at the Nore ! Could I eer but grow up, Id be off For a week to make love with my wheedles ; If the tight little Boy at the Nore Could but catch a nice girl at the Needles, Wed have ttvo .it the Nore ! They thinks little of sizes on w;; big waves the tiny one skulks — While tiie river has men-of-war on it— Yes—the Thames is opp
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