The Goblin November 1922 . Do you like corn on the ear? I dont know. I never had one there. G G—G Take This Case Is that my club bag? No, it belongs to a drummer. Ah, it must be a band box. G—G—G People who say sharp things get the reputation ofbeing blunt. Nautical O, luff the jib to windward, Came the captains booming roar;And the chanteyman aye, aye d, sir, From the quartermasters spoon-drift splice, the spanker And the sextant soon were set;While the first mate reefed the royals And put them in the beams, the storms athwart us, Bilged the Captain rigging jointsOf

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The Goblin November 1922 . Do you like corn on the ear? I dont know. I never had one there. G G—G Take This Case Is that my club bag? No, it belongs to a drummer. Ah, it must be a band box. G—G—G People who say sharp things get the reputation ofbeing blunt. Nautical O, luff the jib to windward, Came the captains booming roar;And the chanteyman aye, aye d, sir, From the quartermasters spoon-drift splice, the spanker And the sextant soon were set;While the first mate reefed the royals And put them in the beams, the storms athwart us, Bilged the Captain rigging jointsOf the loxodromic bowsprit, With fresh-swabbed quadrantal the mizzen-mast in falling, Pinned the boatswain to the prow;Then the super-structure scuttled, From the sick-bay to the are lost, the captain shouted, But I do not care a the cat-head to the mizzen! Hoist the crows nest! Man the gig!And I should have gone below with that Top-gallant barquentine,Had not a doctor said, Here, boy, You co

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