Natalie Merchant The Walloping Window Blind Lyrics
A capital ship for an ocean trip
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Digital Media 1
1 Nursery Rhyme of Innocence and Experience
3 Calico Pie
4 Bleezer's Ice-Cream
5 It Makes a Change
6 The King of China's Daughter
7 The Dancing Bear
8 The Man in the Wilderness
9 Maggie and Milly and Molly and May
10 If No One Ever Marries Me
11 The Sleepy Giant
12 The Peppery Man
13 The Blind Men and the Elephant
14 Adventures of Isabel
15 The Walloping Window Blind
17 The Janitor's Boy
19 The Land of Nod
20 Vain and Careless
21 Crying, My Little One
22 Sweet and a Lullaby
23 I Saw a Ship A-Sailing
24 Autumn Lullaby
25 Spring and Fall: To a Young Child
26 Indian Names
27 Old Mother Hubbard
Digital Media 1
Was the Walloping Window Blind.
No gale that blew dismayed her crew
Or troubled the captain's mind.
The man at the wheel was taught to feel
Contempt for the wildest blow.
And it often appeared when the weather had cleared
That he'd been in his bunk below.
The boatswain's mate was very sedate,
Yet fond of amusement too;
And he played hopscotch with the starboard watch
While the captain tickled the crew.
And the gunner we had was apparently mad
For he stood on the cannon's tail,
And fired salutes in the captain's boots
In the teeth of a booming gale.
The captain sat in a commodore's hat
And dined in a royal way
On toasted pigs and pickles and figs
And gummery bread each day.
But the rest of us ate from an odious plate
For the food that was given the crew
Was a number of tons of hot cross buns
Chopped up with sugar and glue.
We all felt ill as mariners will
On a diet that's cheap and rude,
And the poop deck shook when we dipped the cook
In a tub of his gluesome food.
Then nautical pride we laid aside,
And we cast the vessel ashore
On the Gulliby Isles, where the Poohpooh smiles
And the Anagzanders roar.
Composed of sand was that favored land
And trimmed in cinnamon straws;
And pink and blue was the pleasing hue
Of the Tickletoeteasers claws.
We climbed to the edge of a sandy ledge
And soared with the whistling bee,
And we only stopped at four o'clock
For a pot of cinnamon tea.
From dawn to dark, on rubagub bark
We fed, till we all had grown
Uncommonly thin. Then a boat blew in
On a wind from the torriby zone.
She was stubby and square, but we didn't much care,
And we cheerily put to sea.
We plotted a course for the Land of Blue Horse,
Due west 'cross the Peppermint Sea.
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