ASo n gby Philip Verrill Mighels.Illustration by F. Luis Mora.Somewhere I have heard that the “Pleiades all sang together,” and I therefore submit these all-star verses as a song.IN the Northern seas I loved a maidAs cold as a polar bear,But of taking a cold I was not afraid—Sing too rel le rooAnd the wine is red—For a kiss is a kiss most anywhere,When a man’s heart goes to his head.Ho! the heart of a man is an onion, boys,An onion, boys, with a shedding skin;And never it breaks, for you off with its hideWhen the old love’s gone—and it’s fresh within!In the Southern seas I loved a lassAs warm as a day in June,And oh, that a summer should ever pass—Sing too rel le rooAnd the wine is red—For my summer, my lads, was gone too soon,With a man’s heart gone to his head.Ho! the heart of a man, etc.“In the Southern seas I loved a lassAs warm as a day in June.”In the Western seas I loved a missAs shy as the sharks that swim,And it’s duties we owe to the art of a kiss—Sing too rel le rooAnd the wine is red—If a maiden so shy should be took with a whimAnd a man’s heart gone to his head.Ho! the heart of a man, etc.P. S.—There are said to be seven seas. It ought to be seventy.WHERE BOHEMIA ISby John William Sargent.Bohemia’s not a corner hid in Paris or New York,Not a corner in a cellar where we eat and drink and talk,Nor a corner that is set aside to poverty and art:No, Bohemia’s just a corner in the right man’s heart!
by Philip Verrill Mighels.
Illustration by F. Luis Mora.
Somewhere I have heard that the “Pleiades all sang together,” and I therefore submit these all-star verses as a song.
IN the Northern seas I loved a maidAs cold as a polar bear,But of taking a cold I was not afraid—Sing too rel le rooAnd the wine is red—For a kiss is a kiss most anywhere,When a man’s heart goes to his head.Ho! the heart of a man is an onion, boys,An onion, boys, with a shedding skin;And never it breaks, for you off with its hideWhen the old love’s gone—and it’s fresh within!In the Southern seas I loved a lassAs warm as a day in June,And oh, that a summer should ever pass—Sing too rel le rooAnd the wine is red—For my summer, my lads, was gone too soon,With a man’s heart gone to his head.Ho! the heart of a man, etc.
IN the Northern seas I loved a maidAs cold as a polar bear,But of taking a cold I was not afraid—Sing too rel le rooAnd the wine is red—For a kiss is a kiss most anywhere,When a man’s heart goes to his head.
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N the Northern seas I loved a maid
As cold as a polar bear,
But of taking a cold I was not afraid—
Sing too rel le roo
And the wine is red—
For a kiss is a kiss most anywhere,
When a man’s heart goes to his head.
Ho! the heart of a man is an onion, boys,An onion, boys, with a shedding skin;And never it breaks, for you off with its hideWhen the old love’s gone—and it’s fresh within!
Ho! the heart of a man is an onion, boys,
An onion, boys, with a shedding skin;
And never it breaks, for you off with its hide
When the old love’s gone—and it’s fresh within!
In the Southern seas I loved a lassAs warm as a day in June,And oh, that a summer should ever pass—Sing too rel le rooAnd the wine is red—For my summer, my lads, was gone too soon,With a man’s heart gone to his head.
In the Southern seas I loved a lass
As warm as a day in June,
And oh, that a summer should ever pass—
Sing too rel le roo
And the wine is red—
For my summer, my lads, was gone too soon,
With a man’s heart gone to his head.
Ho! the heart of a man, etc.
Ho! the heart of a man, etc.
“In the Southern seas I loved a lassAs warm as a day in June.”
“In the Southern seas I loved a lassAs warm as a day in June.”
“In the Southern seas I loved a lassAs warm as a day in June.”
“In the Southern seas I loved a lassAs warm as a day in June.”
“In the Southern seas I loved a lass
As warm as a day in June.”
In the Western seas I loved a missAs shy as the sharks that swim,And it’s duties we owe to the art of a kiss—Sing too rel le rooAnd the wine is red—If a maiden so shy should be took with a whimAnd a man’s heart gone to his head.Ho! the heart of a man, etc.
In the Western seas I loved a missAs shy as the sharks that swim,And it’s duties we owe to the art of a kiss—Sing too rel le rooAnd the wine is red—If a maiden so shy should be took with a whimAnd a man’s heart gone to his head.
In the Western seas I loved a miss
As shy as the sharks that swim,
And it’s duties we owe to the art of a kiss—
Sing too rel le roo
And the wine is red—
If a maiden so shy should be took with a whim
And a man’s heart gone to his head.
Ho! the heart of a man, etc.
Ho! the heart of a man, etc.
P. S.—There are said to be seven seas. It ought to be seventy.
P. S.—There are said to be seven seas. It ought to be seventy.
WHERE BOHEMIA ISby John William Sargent.Bohemia’s not a corner hid in Paris or New York,Not a corner in a cellar where we eat and drink and talk,Nor a corner that is set aside to poverty and art:No, Bohemia’s just a corner in the right man’s heart!
by John William Sargent.
Bohemia’s not a corner hid in Paris or New York,Not a corner in a cellar where we eat and drink and talk,Nor a corner that is set aside to poverty and art:No, Bohemia’s just a corner in the right man’s heart!
Bohemia’s not a corner hid in Paris or New York,Not a corner in a cellar where we eat and drink and talk,Nor a corner that is set aside to poverty and art:No, Bohemia’s just a corner in the right man’s heart!
Bohemia’s not a corner hid in Paris or New York,
Not a corner in a cellar where we eat and drink and talk,
Nor a corner that is set aside to poverty and art:
No, Bohemia’s just a corner in the right man’s heart!