Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere JodyTreasureBox
by William Schwenck Gilbert
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JODY'S TREASURE CHEST Come with me to the sea, to the sea Have shipwrecks, find Mermaids ask Pirates to tea. or maybe listen to The Yarn of the Nancy Bell as told to you, as you look at the lovely pictures.
YOU MUST WATCH VIDEO AT BOTTOM OF POEM The Yarn of the Nancy Bell
'Twas on the shores that round our coast
From Deal to Ramsgate span,
That I found alone on a piece of stone
An elderly naval man.
His hair was weedy, his beard was long,
And weedy and long was he,
And I heard this wight on the shore recite,
In a singular minor key:
"Oh, I am a cook and a captain bold,
And the mate of the Nancy brig,
And a bo'sun tight, and a midshipmite,
And the crew of the captain's gig."
And he shook his fists and he tore his hair,
Till I really felt afraid,
For I couldn't help thinking this man had been drinking,
And so I simply said:
"Oh, elderly man, it's little I know
Of the duties of men of the sea,
And I'll eat my hand if I understand
However you can possibly be
'At once a cook, and a captain bold,
And the mate of the Nancy brig,
And a bo'sun tight, and a midshipmite,
And the crew of the captain's gig."
Then he gave a hitch to his trousers, which
Is a trick all seamen learn,
And having got rid of a thumping quid,
He spun this painful yarn:
"'Twas in the good ship Nancy Bell
That we sailed to the Indian Sea,
And there on a reef we came to grief,
Which has often occurred to me.
'And pretty nigh all the crew was drowned
(There was seventy-seven o' soul),
And only ten of the Nancy's men
Said 'Here!' to the muster-roll.
'There was me and the cook and the captain bold,
And the mate of the Nancy brig,
And the bo'sun tight, and a midshipmite,
And the crew of the captain's gig.
'For a month we'd neither wittles nor drink,
Till a-hungry we did feel,
So we drew a lot, and, accordin' shot
The captain for our meal.
'The next lot fell to the Nancy's mate,
And a delicate dish he made;
Then our appetite with the midshipmite
We seven survivors stayed.
'Next we murdered the bo'sun tight,
And he much resembled squid;
Then we wittled free, did the cook and me,
On the crew of the captain's gig.
'Then only the cook and me was left,
And the delicate question,"Which
Of us two goes to the kettle" arose,
And we argued it out as sich.
'For I loved that cook as a brother, I did,
And the cook he worshipped me;
But we'd both be blowed if we'd either be stowed
In the other chap's hold,you see.
"I'll be eat if you dines off me,"says TOM;
'Yes, that,' says I, 'you'll be, '
'I'm boiled if I die, my friend, ' quoth I;
And "Exactly so," quoth he.
'Says he,"Dear JAMES, to murder me
Were a foolish thing to do,
For don't you see that you can't cook me,
While I can and will cook you!"
'So he boils the broth, and takes the salt
And the pepper in portions true
(Which he never forgot), and some chopped shalot.
And some sage and parsley too.
"Come here,"says he, with a proper pride,
Which his smiling features tell,
"'T will soothing be if I let you see
How extremely nice you'll smell."
'And he stirred it round and round and round,
And he sniffed at the foaming froth;
When I ups with his heels, and smothers his squeals
In the scum of the boiling broth.
"And I eat that cook in a week or less,
And -- as I eating be
The last of his chops, why, I almost drops,
For a wessel in sight I see!
"And I never larf, and I never smile,
And I never lark nor play,
But I sit and croak, and a single joke
I have--which is to say:
"Oh, I am a cook and a captain bold,
And the mate of the Nancy brig,
And a bo'sun tight, and a midshipmite,
And the crew of the captain's gig!"
The Yarn of the 'Nancy Bell'" Is a series of humorous verses published between 1862 and 1871, with many illustrations by
the author signed 'Bab' which was the nickname of the wonderful Gilbert who with Sullivan wrote and musically orchestrated the amazing "Gilbert and Sullivan's Savoy Opera's." Oh my goodness children, as soon as you reach the age of eight, try to go to see one of their comical shows. "HMS Pinefore" or "Pirates of Penzance." When ever they come to my local theatre in Mold, I always go with my daughters and grand daughters. I think this Yarn reminds me of the wonderful "Mervyn Peake," who when he illustrated "Alice through the Looking Glass," his drawings were declared too frightening for a childrens book, and Gilberts' "Nancy Bell" was declared to Cannaballistic to be put in the forthcoming edition of "Punch" who in my mind published things much worse then, as they still do today. Brilliant.
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Epic Puppet show aboard The Schooner Adventuress And this is the whole poem put into action with the wonderful Schooner Adventuress.
For many a year I've watched the ships a-sailing to and fro, The mighty ships, the little ships, the speedy and the slow; .And many a time I've told myself that someday I would go Around the world that is so full of wonders.
The swift and stately liners, howthey run without a rest! The great three masters, they have touched the East and told the West! The monster burden - bearers - oh, they all have plunged and pressed Around the world that is so full of wonders!
The cruiser and the battleship that loom as dark as doubt, The devilish destroyer and the hateful, hidious scout - These deathly things may also rush, with roar and snarl and shout, Around the world that is so full of wonders. My lord he owns a grand white yacht, most beautiful and fine, But seldom does she leave the firth lest he should fail to dine. I'd find a thousand richer feasts than his - if she were mine - Around the world that is so full of wonders.
The shabby tramp that like a wedge is hammered through the seas, The little brown-sailed brigantine that traps the lightest breeze - Oh, I'd be well content to fare abroad the least of these Around the world that is so full of wonders.
The things I've heard, the things I've read, the things I've dream might be, The boyish tales, the old men's yarns - they will not pass from me. I've heard, I've read, I've dreamed . . . But all the time I've longed to see - Around the world that is so full of wonders.
So year by year I watch the ships a-sailing to and fro, The ships that come as strangers and the ships I've learned to know. . . . Folk smile to hear an old man say that someday he will go Around the world that is so full of wonders.
Wow, isn't that absolutely wonderful. Gosh that was lovely to write out, I could almost feel I was on the sea with him, or standing on the shore watching them coming into the harbour in Milford Haven.
1871-1934,
John Joy Bell (1871-05-07/1934-11-14), known professionally as J J Bell, was a journalist and author.Born in Hillhead, Glasgow, Bell was schooled at Kelvinside Academy and Morrison's Academy.
He attended the University of Glasgow, where he studied chemistry. After taking up journalism, Bell worked for the Glasgow Evening Times, and as sub-editor of the Scots Pictorial.
His articles depicted the life of working-class Glaswegians, and were
often written in the vernacular. He created the character of
'MacGreegor' for his Evening Times articles, and the stories were so popular that they were published in book form, and later made into a film.
Bell has often been criticised for being overly sentimental and kailyard,
however, it is also said that his vernacular was an accurate reflection
of the reality, which is partly what made them popular. In recent years
though, Bell's books are increasingly forgotten.
JODY'S TREASURE CHEST come with me to the sea to Shipwrecks and Mermaids with Pirates for Tea.
Morgan was born in Wales in 1635. Not many pirates earned the title
"Sir" since they were considered to be criminals. But Henry Morgan did.
He was knighted in 1674 by King Charles II, after a pulling-off a
daring and spectacular raid on one of the richest cities at that time -
Panama City. He was one of the bravest, most intelligent and successful
swashbucklers in all of history.
Captain Morgan spent amuch time in the islands of the Bahamas. He would
wreak havoc and he buried a great deal of treasure. Morgan's Bluff, the
highest point on Andros Island, is named after Captain Morgan.
BEFORE WE TAKE TO THE SEA AND GO SAILING ON THE SPANISH MAINE, I THINK WE SHALL HAVE A FEW MINI NURSERY RHYMES, YOU CAN LET THESE PLAY AWAY WHILE YOU WANDER DOWN THE PAGE TO SEE IF THERE IS ANYTHING IN DAVY JONES LOCKER.
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AND THERE NOTHING TO DO WITH THE SEA, MINI RHYMES FOR MINI RASCALS
Mary Read
Born in London, Mary Read led a man's life. She was even raised as a
boy. She ran away when she was about 13 to board a man-o-war ship. A
few years later, she enlisted in the army, met a soldier, fell in love
and opened an small hotel. When her husband died she began to dress
like a man again and went back to sea. Her ship was captured by the
pirate Captain Calico Rackham and that's when she met the female pirate
Anne Bonny. Mary Read was not yet a pirate but she became friends with
Anne Bonny and decided to joined John Rackham and Anne to became one of
Calico's pirates.
Read was later captured along with John Rackham and Anne Bonny but
she escaped hanging due to her pregnancy. She died a short time later
though of disease and fever, while still in prison.
The Big Ship
The big ship sails on the ally-ally-oh The ally-ally-oh The ally-ally-oh Oh, the big ship sails on the ally-ally-oh On the last day of September
The captain said it will never, never do Never, never do, never, never do The captain said it will never, never do On the last day of September
We all dip our heads in the deep blue sea The deep blue sea, the deep blue sea Oh, we all dip our heads in the deep blue sea On the last day of September
The big ship sank to the bottom of the seahe said he was The bottom of the sea, the bottom of the sea Oh, the big ship sank to the bottom of the sea
On the last day of September
Oh, the big ship sails on the ally, ally-oh The ally-ally-oh The ally-ally-oh Oh, the big ship sails on the ally-ally-oh On the last day of September
Little Boat
There was once a little boat, There was once a little boat,
There was once a little boat,
So little, so little,
That it couldn't sail away.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven weeks passed,
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven weeks passed, One, two, three, four, five, six, seven weeks passed,
And the little boat, and the little boat,
Barco Chiquito Había una vez un barco chiquito, Había una vez un barco chiquito, Había una vez un barco chiquito,
Tan chiquito, tan chiquito, Que no podía, que no podía, que no podía navegar
Pasaron una, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, seis, siete semanas, Pasaron una, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, seis, siete semanas, Pasaron una, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, seis, siete semanas, Y el barquito, y el barquito, No podía, no podía, no podía navegar.
John Rackham was also known as "Calico Jack" because he wore
multi-colored calico coats and britches. He was not one of the most
notorious pirates and is best known for his association with two famous
female pirates - Mary Read and
Anne Bonny
John Rackham stole Anne Bonny anyway from her husband and they fought together in many battles at sea.
The owl and the pussycat went to sea in a beautiful pea-green boat
They took some honey and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The owl looked up to the stars above and sang to a small guitar,
"Oh, lovely pussy, oh pussy my love,
What a beautiful pussy you are, you are, you are, What a beautiful pussy you are."
Pussy said to the Owl, "You elegant fowl,
How charmingly sweet you sing!
Oh! let us be married too long we have tarried
But what shall we do for a ring?
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong Tree grows,
And there in a wood a piggy-wig stood With a ring at the end of his nose, his nose, his nose,
A ring at the end of his nose.
Said the owl, "Are you willing to sell, for one shilling, your ring?"
Said the piggy, "I will".
So they took it away and were married next day
By the turkey who lived on the hill.
They dined on quince—and slices of mince,
Served up with a runcible spoon
And hand in hand, by the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon, the moon, the moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
By the Great Edward Lear
FOR ISABELLA FROM DIDDILY DEE DOT
Here you are Isabella, ask mummy to either send to your paint box, or print it out for you to colour. This is the URL for the site it came from, http://www.judyrogers.com/
Anne Bonny
Anne Bonny was a headstrong, fiercely independent woman with a vicious
temper and legendary courage. She was born in Ireland, out of wedlock
to a maid in her father's home. She married a young soldier, James
Bonny, for which she was turned out of her father's home. Later, Anne
Bonny met the pirate Jack Rackham on New Providence, and she left her
husband to join him at sea. Anne disguised herself as a man and became
a fearsome pirate.
She was eventually captured on Rackham's ship, along with Mary Read,
another fearsome woman pirate. Mary and Anne were never hanged though,
the usual punishment for piracy, because both were found to be
pregnant.
Anne Bonny eventually disappeared and was never heard from
again.
Jody has collected together what she has called her "Beasties Cinema Club."
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Sea Shanties For you to fight the Pirates to.
BLACKBEARD
Edward Teach, known better as Blackbeard, was the fiercest and most
feared pirate of all time. He earned the nickname "Blackbeard" because
of his long black beard which almost covered his whole face. He would
weave hemp into his beard and light it during battle. He was a fearsome
sight to behold swinging swords and knives, with smoke rising from his
beard. Often he looked so terrifying that his victims would surrender
befre he even attacked them. Most of Blackbeard's crew believed he was
the devil.
Blackbeard began pirating around 1713. At the time he was just a
crew member on Jamaican sloop commanded by the pirate Benjamin
Hornigold. He fought many battles over his time as a pirate and the
Bahamas was one of his favourite ports. On November 22, 1718 he was
killed during a battle with the Royal Navy. It took five gunshots and
more than twenty sword cuts to kill him. The victorious Royal Navy
captain decapitated Blackbeard, and hung his head on the ships rigging.
During his five years as a pirate, Blackbeard plundered more than 40
ships, caused the deaths of hundreds of people and became one of the
most famous pirates.
The Mermaid
One Friday morn when we set sail, not very far from land, We there did espy a fair pretty maid With a comb and a glass in her hand, her hand , her hand, With a comb and a glass in her hand.
While the raging seas did roar and the stormy winds did blow, While we jolly sailor-boys were up into the top And the landbubbers lying down below, below, below, And the landlubbers lying down below.
Then up starts the captain of our gallant ship, And a brave young man was he: "I've a wife and child in fair Bristol town, But a widow I fear she will be will be, will be, But a widow I fear she will be."
While the raging seas did roar and the stormy winds did blow,
While we jolly sailor-boys were up into the top
And the landbubbers lying down below, below, below,
And the landlubbers lying down below.
The up starts the mate of our gallant ship, And a bold young man was he: "Oh! I have a wife in fair Portsmouth town, But a widow I fear she will be, will be, will be, But a window I fear she will be."
While the raging seas did roar and the stormy winds did blow,
While we jolly sailor-boys were up into the top
And the landbubbers lying down below, below, below,
And the landlubbers lying down below.
Then up starts the cook of our galant ship, And a gruff old soul was he: Oh ! I have a wife in fair Plymouth town, But a widow I fear she will be, will be, will be, But a widow I fear she will be."
While the raging seas did roar and the stormy winds did blow,
While we jolly sailor-boys were up into the top
And the landbubbers lying down below, below, below,
And the landlubbers lying down below.
And then up spoke the little cabin boy , And a pretty little boy was he; Oh, I'm more griev'd for my daddy and my mam Than for your fair wives all three." Then three times round went our gallant ship, And three times round went she; For the want of a life-boat they all went down, And they sank to the bottom of the sea, the sea, the sea, And she sank to the bottom of the sea.
While the raging seas did roar and the stormy winds did blow,
While we jolly sailor-boys were up into the top
And the landbubbers lying down below, below, below,
And the landlubbers lying down below.
I have searched for the music to go with this sea shanty but can't find it anywhere. Sorry Diddily. I know the Spinners, Furies, Clancy Brother's and many more made it but can't find midi tune anywhere.
In Norway there sits a maid: "By-loo, my baby", she begins,
"Little know I my child's father
Or if land or sea he's living in."
Then there arose at her bed feet,
And a grumly guest I'm sure it was he
Saying "Here am I, thy child's father,
Although that I am not comely.
"I am a man upon the land,
I am a silkie in the sea,
And when I am in my own country,
My dwelling is in Sule Skerrie."
Then he hath taken a purse of gold,
He hath put it upon her knee,
Saying "Give to me my little wee son,
And take thee up thy nurse's fee.
"And it shall come to pass on a summer day,
When the sun shines hot on every stone,
That I shall take my little wee son,
And I'll teach him for to swim in the foam
"And you will marry a gunner good
And a proud good gunner I'm sure he'll be. And he'll go out on a May morning And he'll kill both my wee son and me."
And lo, she did marry a gunner good,
And a proud good I'm sure it was he;
And the very first shot that e'er he did shoot
He killed the son and the great silkie. In Norway there sits a maid: "By-loo, my baby", she begins,
"Little know I my child's father
THE PROUD MERMAID
Once
upon a time there was a little mermaid who was very beautiful, but very
proud and spoilt. She was her mother's only child, and so had always
had her own way. Her mother never tired of sitting on the coral reef
and combing out the little mermaid's red-gold hair; it was thick, and
long, and curly - longer and curlier than any of her little friends.
her skin was as white as ivory, and her lips like red coral. She new
that all the other little mermaids admired and envied her wonderful
hair, when they combed out their own locks of pale yellow, brown and
black; but never the real red-gold of the little mermaid.
She always expected to be first in the play, and to have the largest
share of sea rock and lollipops, and she loved to tease the smaller
sea-creatures and weemer babies. Everyone gave way to her except the
huge Grandfather Crab who lived in a nearby cave. He was very old and
very, very ugly; and too wise to be deceived by gold hair and blue eyes.
He would watch her grimly, and shaking his head at her selfish flaunting ways, tell
Grandmother Crab that she would come to no good. The little mermai
hated Mr Crab for not thinking her as perfect as everyone else did, and
she used to make rude remarks about him in a very loud voice to all her
friends, hoping he would hear her and be annoyed. She copied the way he
walked, sideways, and I fear she even put out her little pink tongue
when she was at a safe distance from him.
One morning the
little mermaid was hunting for coloured shells to make herself
anecklace. She wanted it to be longer and prettier than any worn by the
other sea maidens, for that night there was a big party, at which the
Prince was to choose his bride. All the mermen and mermaids
would be there, and she felt sure that the Prince would think her the
most beautiful and want her for his Princess. As she passed the cave
where Mr Crab lived, she saw him sitting in his doorway, and pulled a
face at him. Then the naughty little mermaid followed a shoal of
young mackerel in and out of the rock pools, and up into the sun-lit
water's, when suddenly, oh dear! she found as she was diving down home
into the green depths that she was closed in a fine brown net. Swim
which way she would there was no way of escape. The young mackerel grew
very frightened and so also the mermaid.
The rushed round and round, getting in each others way and tripping
each other up; but look where they would, the net was too strong to
break, and too fine to slip through; and to make matters worse the net
was slowly hauled up. The mackerel remembered all the dreadful tales of
what happened to other fish; who being caught in just such a net, had
ended up in a big dish, for some human monster's breakfast.
Still the net was drawn steadily upwards, and the little mermaid felt
quite desperate, when whom should she see but Grandfather Crab floating
up with a grin on his ugly face. "Well, well, you are
in a fix," said he, "I hope you look as pretty on a dish, with lemon
and parsley round you, as you would have done at the Ball. You will be
a tit-bit for those human monster's who have legs instead of tails and
sharp teeth to bite you with." "Oh ! Mr Crab!" cried the
terrified mermaid, "please, please let me out; I won't ever say rude
things again, or pull faces, or put out my tongue. Please, please help me out, Mr Crab, and I won't ever be naughty or selfish or vain again again." "Well,"
said Grandfather Crab, "you well deserve your horrid fate, but I am
sorry for your mother. and want to let the young mackerel escape - they
are only foolish and never rude - I shall let you out on one condition
only: you must give me your hair in exchange for your life."
The frightened mermaid was willing to promise anything to avoid
being cooked for someone's breakfast, so Mr Crab tore a hole with his
great claws big enough for them to swim out, one at a time - the
mackerel first. At last it was her turn, and the little mermaid slipped
through the hole in the net, hoping to flash past Mr Crab; but he
caught her by the hair, and dragged her down, down, down, to the dark
cool cave where he lived. He
called for Mrs Crab who fetched a large pair of scisssors. Prayers and
tears were of no use. Mr Crab held her in his vice like grip while Mrs
Crab cut, and cut, and cut. They only let the little mermaid
go, when the last long red-gold tress was off and her head was croped
close like a little boy's
When she caught sight of herself, reflected in the clear water of the
first rock-pool she passed, she could not believe at first that it was
really and truly her own self, looking up with shorn head and startled
eyes. It is as dreadful for a mermaid to have short hair as for a bird
to be without wings, so our little sea-maiden spent her time in dodging
behind rocks and hiding from her former playfellows as much as
possible. She grew to be grateful to then for not laughing at her or
teasing her; although it was many weeks before they could tice her to
join again in their play. By the time her hair had grown into soft
curls all over her head she had become so gentle and modest, even Mr
Crab hardly knew hair.
The
Prince had returned to his wonderful palace, without choosing a bride
for there was a law forbidding him to chose if there was even one of
the mermaids missing. Twelve moons must wax and wane before he could
come again to hold the great ball and choose his bride. By
the time the twelfth moon was waning, and the coral ballroom was
illuminated and decorated for the promised visit of the Prince, the
little mermaid was ready to take her place with the other sea-maidens
in the procession past the throne. The poor mermaid felt so
dreadfully shy at being the only one with short curls instead of long
hair. She dared not lift her eyes to the handsome Prince; so what was
her amazement when he announced that he had chosen her for his bride!
There was great rejoicing at the news, for everyone liked the
little mermaid since she had changed so much, and even Mr Crab attended
the grand wedding and wished her luck before she was born away in the
Royal car of mother-of-pearl, drawn by eight dolphins, to her new home
in the beautiful palace beneath the waves."
'Twas on the shores that round our coast
'At once a cook, and a captain bold,
'The next lot fell to the Nancy's mate,
'So he boils the broth, and takes the salt
Morgan was born in Wales in 1635. Not many pirates earned the title
"Sir" since they were considered to be criminals. But Henry Morgan did.
He was knighted in 1674 by King Charles II, after a pulling-off a
daring and spectacular raid on one of the richest cities at that time -
Panama City. He was one of the bravest, most intelligent and successful
swashbucklers in all of history. 
Born in London, Mary Read led a man's life. She was even raised as a
boy. She ran away when she was about 13 to board a man-o-war ship. A
few years later, she enlisted in the army, met a soldier, fell in love
and opened an small hotel. When her husband died she began to dress
like a man again and went back to sea. Her ship was captured by the
pirate Captain Calico Rackham and that's when she met the female pirate
Anne Bonny. Mary Read was not yet a pirate but she became friends with
Anne Bonny and decided to joined John Rackham and Anne to became one of
Calico's pirates.
The big ship sank to the bottom of the seahe said he was
The owl and the pussycat went to sea
Anne Bonny was a headstrong, fiercely independent woman with a vicious
temper and legendary courage. She was born in Ireland, out of wedlock
to a maid in her father's home. She married a young soldier, James
Bonny, for which she was turned out of her father's home. Later, Anne
Bonny met the pirate Jack Rackham on New Providence, and she left her
husband to join him at sea. Anne disguised herself as a man and became
a fearsome pirate. 
The Mermaid
THE PROUD MERMAID
Grandmother Crab that she would come to no good. The little mermai
hated Mr Crab for not thinking her as perfect as everyone else did, and
she used to make rude remarks about him in a very loud voice to all her
friends, hoping he would hear her and be annoyed. She copied the way he
walked, sideways, and I fear she even put out her little pink tongue
when she was at a safe distance from him.
He
called for Mrs Crab who fetched a large pair of scisssors. Prayers and
tears were of no use. Mr Crab held her in his vice like grip while Mrs
Crab cut, and cut, and cut. They only let the little mermaid
go, when the last long red-gold tress was off and her head was croped
close like a little boy's
The
Prince had returned to his wonderful palace, without choosing a bride
for there was a law forbidding him to chose if there was even one of
the mermaids missing. Twelve moons must wax and wane before he could
come again to hold the great ball and choose his bride.