The Two Sailors
The Two Sailors
John Lea
John Lea
John Lea
John Lea
There once was a sailor who never could bearTo rub any oil on the top of his hair,And no one who loved him at sea or at homeWould offer the use of a brush and a comb.He said (and what reason for doubting the tale?)The very best brush is the breath of a gale,While as to the comb—seek a better, in vain,Than jolly good torrents of tropical rain.So all round the world (and no cruise did he miss)That singular sailor looked something likethis.
There once was a sailor who never could bearTo rub any oil on the top of his hair,And no one who loved him at sea or at homeWould offer the use of a brush and a comb.He said (and what reason for doubting the tale?)The very best brush is the breath of a gale,While as to the comb—seek a better, in vain,Than jolly good torrents of tropical rain.So all round the world (and no cruise did he miss)That singular sailor looked something likethis.
There once was a sailor who never could bearTo rub any oil on the top of his hair,And no one who loved him at sea or at homeWould offer the use of a brush and a comb.He said (and what reason for doubting the tale?)The very best brush is the breath of a gale,While as to the comb—seek a better, in vain,Than jolly good torrents of tropical rain.So all round the world (and no cruise did he miss)That singular sailor looked something likethis.
There once was a sailor who never could bear
To rub any oil on the top of his hair,
And no one who loved him at sea or at home
Would offer the use of a brush and a comb.
He said (and what reason for doubting the tale?)
The very best brush is the breath of a gale,
While as to the comb—seek a better, in vain,
Than jolly good torrents of tropical rain.
So all round the world (and no cruise did he miss)
That singular sailor looked something likethis.
This was the other one
There once was a sailor who lavished with careWhole buckets of oil on the top of his hair,And no one who loved him omitted to speakIn rapture of tresses so splendidly sleek.He said (and who questions what mariners say?)He brushed them and combed them each hour of the day.For, up on the mast in the wildest of seas,He never neglected such duties as these.And so, as no chance he would lazily miss,That singular sailor looked something likethis.
There once was a sailor who lavished with careWhole buckets of oil on the top of his hair,And no one who loved him omitted to speakIn rapture of tresses so splendidly sleek.He said (and who questions what mariners say?)He brushed them and combed them each hour of the day.For, up on the mast in the wildest of seas,He never neglected such duties as these.And so, as no chance he would lazily miss,That singular sailor looked something likethis.
There once was a sailor who lavished with careWhole buckets of oil on the top of his hair,And no one who loved him omitted to speakIn rapture of tresses so splendidly sleek.He said (and who questions what mariners say?)He brushed them and combed them each hour of the day.For, up on the mast in the wildest of seas,He never neglected such duties as these.And so, as no chance he would lazily miss,That singular sailor looked something likethis.
There once was a sailor who lavished with care
Whole buckets of oil on the top of his hair,
And no one who loved him omitted to speak
In rapture of tresses so splendidly sleek.
He said (and who questions what mariners say?)
He brushed them and combed them each hour of the day.
For, up on the mast in the wildest of seas,
He never neglected such duties as these.
And so, as no chance he would lazily miss,
That singular sailor looked something likethis.