Wanted to show you my latest mask, I am calling him Blame Dad that I want to be a pirate because as a child he recited by heart the WM Thakeray poem Little Billee to get me to sleep. Paper Mache with wool, felt, beads, and net, painted with acrylics. LITTLE BILLEE by: W.M. Thackeray (1811-1863) HERE were three sailors of Bristol City Who took a boat and went to sea, But first with beef and captains biscuits, And pickled pork they loaded she. There was a gorging Jack, and guzzling Jimmy, And the youngest he was little Billee. Now when theyd got as far as the Equator, Theyd nothing left but one split pea. Says gorging Jack to guzzling Jimmy, I am extremely hungaree. To gorging Jack says guzzling Jimmy, Weve nothing left, us must eat we. Says gorging Jack to guzzling Jimmy, With one another we shouldnt agree! Theres little Bill, hes young and tender, Were old and tough, so lets eat he. O Billy! were going to kill and eat you, So undo the button of your chemie. When Bill received this information, He used his pocket-handkerchief. First let me say my catechism, Which my poor mother taught me. Make haste! make haste! says guzzling Jimmy, While Jack pulled on his snicker-snee. Then Bill went up to the main-top-gallant-mast, And down he fell on his bended knee, He scarce had come to the Twelfth Commandment When up he jumps--Theres land I see! Jerusalem and Madagascar, And North and South Amerikee, Theres the British flag a-riding at anchor, With Admiral Napier, K.C.B. So when they got aboard of the Admirals, He hanged fat Jack and flogged Jimmee, But as for little Bill, he made him The captain of a Seventy-three.
Posted on: Mon, 01 Sep 2014 00:35:21 +0000
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