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<h1><span style='color: #ff0000'><span class="smcap">The Bab Ballads</span></span></h1>
<p style="text-align: center"><span class="GutSmall">BY</span><br/>
W. S. GILBERT</p>
<h2><SPAN name="page1"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>CAPTAIN REECE</h2>
<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Of</span> all the ships
upon the blue,<br/>
No ship contained a better crew<br/>
Than that of worthy <span class="smcap">Captain Reece</span>,<br/>
Commanding of <i>The Mantelpiece</i>.</p>
<p class="poetry">He was adored by all his men,<br/>
For worthy <span class="smcap">Captain Reece</span>, R.N.,<br/>
Did all that lay within him to<br/>
Promote the comfort of his crew.</p>
<p class="poetry">If ever they were dull or sad,<br/>
Their captain danced to them like mad,<br/>
Or told, to make the time pass by,<br/>
Droll legends of his infancy.</p>
<p class="poetry">A feather bed had every man,<br/>
Warm slippers and hot-water can,<br/>
Brown windsor from the captain’s store,<br/>
A valet, too, to every four.</p>
<p class="poetry">Did they with thirst in summer burn,<br/>
Lo, seltzogenes at every turn,<br/>
And on all very sultry days<br/>
Cream ices handed round on trays.</p>
<p class="poetry">Then currant wine and ginger pops<br/>
Stood handily on all the “tops;”<br/>
And also, with amusement rife,<br/>
A “Zoetrope, or Wheel of Life.”</p>
<p class="poetry">New volumes came across the sea<br/>
From <span class="smcap">Mister Mudie’s</span> libraree;<br/>
<i>The Times</i> and <i>Saturday Review</i><br/>
Beguiled the leisure of the crew.</p>
<p class="poetry">Kind-hearted <span class="smcap">Captain
Reece</span>, R.N.,<br/>
Was quite devoted to his men;<br/>
In point of fact, good <span class="smcap">Captain
Reece</span><br/>
Beatified <i>The Mantelpiece</i>.</p>
<p class="poetry">One summer eve, at half-past ten,<br/>
He said (addressing all his men):<br/>
“Come, tell me, please, what I can do<br/>
To please and gratify my crew.</p>
<p class="poetry">“By any reasonable plan<br/>
I’ll make you happy if I can;<br/>
My own convenience count as <i>nil</i>:<br/>
It is my duty, and I will.”</p>
<p class="poetry">Then up and answered <span class="smcap">William Lee</span><br/>
(The kindly captain’s coxswain he,<br/>
A nervous, shy, low-spoken man),<br/>
He cleared his throat and thus began:</p>
<p class="poetry">“You have a daughter, <span class="smcap">Captain Reece</span>,<br/>
Ten female cousins and a niece,<br/>
A Ma, if what I’m told is true,<br/>
Six sisters, and an aunt or two.</p>
<p class="poetry">“Now, somehow, sir, it seems to me,<br/>
More friendly-like we all should be,<br/>
If you united of ’em to<br/>
Unmarried members of the crew.</p>
<p class="poetry">“If you’d ameliorate our life,<br/>
Let each select from them a wife;<br/>
And as for nervous me, old pal,<br/>
Give me your own enchanting gal!”</p>
<p class="poetry">Good <span class="smcap">Captain Reece</span>,
that worthy man,<br/>
Debated on his coxswain’s plan:<br/>
“I quite agree,” he said, “O <span class="smcap">Bill</span>;<br/>
It is my duty, and I will.</p>
<p class="poetry">“My daughter, that enchanting gurl,<br/>
Has just been promised to an Earl,<br/>
And all my other familee<br/>
To peers of various degree.</p>
<p class="poetry">“But what are dukes and viscounts to<br/>
The happiness of all my crew?<br/>
The word I gave you I’ll fulfil;<br/>
It is my duty, and I will.</p>
<p class="poetry">“As you desire it shall befall,<br/>
I’ll settle thousands on you all,<br/>
And I shall be, despite my hoard,<br/>
The only bachelor on board.”</p>
<p class="poetry">The boatswain of <i>The Mantelpiece</i>,<br/>
He blushed and spoke to <span class="smcap">Captain
Reece</span>:<br/>
“I beg your honour’s leave,” he said;<br/>
“If you would wish to go and wed,</p>
<p class="poetry">“I have a widowed mother who<br/>
Would be the very thing for you—<br/>
She long has loved you from afar:<br/>
She washes for you, <span class="smcap">Captain</span>
R.”</p>
<p class="poetry">The Captain saw the dame that day—<br/>
Addressed her in his playful way—<br/>
“And did it want a wedding ring?<br/>
It was a tempting ickle sing!</p>
<p class="poetry">“Well, well, the chaplain I will seek,<br/>
We’ll all be married this day week<br/>
At yonder church upon the hill;<br/>
It is my duty, and I will!”</p>
<p class="poetry">The sisters, cousins, aunts, and niece,<br/>
And widowed Ma of <span class="smcap">Captain Reece</span>,<br/>
Attended there as they were bid;<br/>
It was their duty, and they did.</p>
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