The weekly Arizona miner., 1873-05-17
The Yarn of the Nancy Bell"
BY ". <. GILBERT.

Twas on the shores that round the coast From Deal to Ramsgaie span, That found alone, on piece ittonc, An elderly naval man. His hair was wcedy bis beard was long, And wecdy and long was be, And heard this wight on tbe shore rccits lu singular minor key Oh. I am a cook and a captain bold, And tbe mate of the Nancy brig, And bo'suu tight and midshipmlie, And thc crew Of tue captains gig And he shook his fists and he tore his hair, Til I really fe.t afraid, For couldn't help thinking the man had been
 drinking, Aud SO simply said: Oh, elderly man, it's little know or the duties of men of the sea And I'll eat my hand if understand How you can possibly be "At once a cook and a captain bold, And a mate of the Nancy brig, And bo'sun tight and inidshipmiie, And the crew of the captains gig" Then be gave a hitch to his trowsers, which Its trick all seaneu learn, And, paving got rid of "a humping quid,
 He spun the painful yarn "'Twas on the good ship, Nancy Bell, That we sailed to the Indian sea, And there on a rect we came 10 grief,
 Which has often occurred to me. And pretty nigh al O the crew was drowned, (Tbere were seventy-seyep U soul,) Aud only ten the NaBcy's men
 Said 'Hcrer to tue muster.roll. "There was me and tue cook and the captain
 bold,
 And the mate of the Nancy brig, And the bo'sun tight and the midshipmite. And the crew ol the captains gig. For a month we'd neither wiitles nor drink. Tin a-hungry we did feel, So we drawed a lot, and accordin shot The captain for our meal. "The Dest lot fell to the Naney's mate, And delicate dish he made; Then our appetite with the rnidshipmite We seven survivors stayed. "And then we murdered the bosun tight, And be much rcsenbled pig; Then we witiled free, tue cook and me, On the crew Ofthe captains gig. Then ouly the cook aud me was left, And the delicate question Which Oi Us two goes to tue kettle 7 arose, And we argued il out as sich. "for loved that cook as a brother, l did, And the cook he worshippcd me, But we both be blowed if we'd ever be slowed In the other chap's hold, you see. "'Il be cat if you dimes oil me- says Tom! Yes, that says l, 'yOu'll be- I'm boiled If die, my friend, quoth I; And exactly so, quoth he Says he, Dear James to murder me,
 Were n foolish thing to do, For don't you see that you can't cook me,
 While l can--and wiIl-cook you. "so he boils the water, and takes the salt
 And the portions in pepper true (Which he never forgot,) aud some chopped
 shalot,
 And some sage and parseley too. "'Come here,' says he with proper pride,
 Which his smiling features tell, Twill soothing be if l let you sec,
 How extremely nice youll smell And he stirred |, round and round and round, And he smiled at the foatning froth, When up with bis heels, and smothered his
 squeals
 In the scum of the boiling broth. And cat that cook iu a week or less.
 And-as l eating be The last Of his chops, why almost drops, For a vessel in sight see. "And never larf and 1 never smile,
 And never lark nor play, But sit and croak, and single joke
 l haye-which Is 10 say: ''Oh am a cook and captain bold,
 And the mate of the Nancy brig, And bosun tight. and a midshipmite,
 And the crew Of the captains gig"