The Courtship of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò


On the Coast of Coromandel
Where the early pumpkins blow,
In the middle of the woods
    Lived the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
Two old chairs, and half a candle,---
One old jug without a handle,---
        These were all his worldly goods:
        In the middle of the woods,
        These were all the worldly goods,
    Of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,
    Of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.



Once, among the Bong-trees walking
    Where the early pumpkins blow,
        To a little heap of stones
    Came the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
There he heard a Lady talking,
To some milk-white Hens of Dorking,---
        ''Tis the lady Jingly Jones!
        'On that little heap of stones
        'Sits the Lady Jingly Jones!'
    Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,
    Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.



'Lady Jingly! Lady Jingly!
    'Sitting where the pumpkins blow,
        'Will you come and be my wife?'
    Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
'I am tired of living singly,---
'On this coast so wild and shingly,---
        'I'm a-weary of my life:
        'If you'll come and be my wife,
        'Quite serene would be my life!'---
    Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,
    Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.



'On this Coast of Coromandel,
    'Shrimps and watercresses grow,
        'Prawns are plentiful and cheap,'
    Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
'You shall have my chairs and candle,
'And my jug without a handle!---
        'Gaze upon the rolling deep
        ('Fish is plentiful and cheap)
        'As the sea, my love is deep!'
    Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,
    Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.



Lady Jingly answered sadly,
    And her tears began to flow,---
        'Your proposal comes too late,
    'Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!
'I would be your wife most gladly!'
(Here she twirled her fingers madly,)
        'But in England I've a mate!
        'Yes! you've asked me far too late,
        'For in England I've a mate,
    'Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!
    'Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!'



'Mr. Jones --- (his name is Handel,---
    'Handel Jones, Esquire, & Co.)
        'Dorking fowls delights to send,
    'Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!
'Keep, oh! keep your chairs and candle,
'And your jug without a handle,---
        'I can merely be your friend!
        '--- Should my Jones more Dorkings send,
        'I will give you three, my friend!
    'Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!
    'Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!'



'Though you've such a tiny body,
    'And your head so large doth grow,---
        'Though your hat may blow away,
    'Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!
'Though you're such a Hoddy Doddy---
'Yet a wish that I could modi-
        'fy the words I needs must say!
        'Will you please to go away?
        'That is all I have to say---
    'Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!
    'Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò!'



Down the slippery slopes of Myrtle,
    Where the early pumpkins blow,
        To the calm and silent sea
    Fled the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
There, beyond the Bay of Gurtle,
Lay a large and lively Turtle,---
        'You're the Cove,' he said, 'for me
        'On your back beyond the sea,
        'Turtle, you shall carry me!'
    Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,
    Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.



Through the silent-roaring ocean
    Did the Turtle swiftly go;
        Holding fast upon his shell
    Rode the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
With a sad primæval motion
Towards the sunset isles of Boshen
        Still the Turtle bore him well.
        Holding fast upon his shell,
        'Lady Jingly Jones, farewell!'
    Sang the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,
    Sang the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.



From the Coast of Coromandel,
    Did that Lady never go;
        On that heap of stones she mourns
    For the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.
On that Coast of Coromandel,
In his jug without a handle
        Still she weeps, and daily moans;
        On that little heap of stones
        To her Dorking Hens she moans,
    For the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,
    For the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò.

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The Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò,
whose Head was ever so much bigger than his
Body, and whose Hat was rather small.

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