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I have always liked this one, as it can all be seen in the "mind’s eye"...especially the last verse....and the rhythm is there!
CARGOES>
Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir, Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine, With a cargo of ivory, And apes and peacocks, Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine.
Stately Spanish galleon coming from the Isthmus, Dipping through the Tropics by the palm-green shores, With a cargo of diamonds, Emeralds, amythysts, Topazes, and cinnamon, and gold moidores.
Dirty British coaster with a salt-caked smoke stack, Butting through the Channel in the mad March days, With a cargo of Tyne coal, Road-rails, pig-lead, Firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin trays.
Hi Ray! Excellent choices - Sea Fever an old friend who’s words still make me wish I was standing at the shoreline. As for the other, I loved it but I could never get my tongue round that blessed first word, and the more I worried about it the worse I got - same with chimney - it always came out as chiminay and soldier as solders. Our English teacher used to make us say " Red lorry, yellow lorry " repeating it very fast and I always got into bother. In the RAF I was introduced to a chap who was a ’Pheasant Plucker!’ but I can’t quite remember how the tongue twisting rhyme went now. Anyone know? Cheers the noo! Teresa(noH)
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Teresa.
In response:
I’m not a pheasant plucker, I’m a pheasant plucker’s son I’m only plucking pheasants ’till the pheasant plucker comes.
Me husband is a keeper, he’s a very busy man I try to understand him and I help him all I can, But sometimes in an evening I feel a trifle dim All alone, I’m plucking pheasants, when I’d rather pluck with him.
I’m not a pheasant plucker, I’m a pheasant plucker’s mate I’m only plucking pheasants ’cos the pheasant plucker’s late !
I’m not good at plucking pheasants, at pheasant plucking I get stuck Though some pheasants find it pleasant I’d rather pluck a duck. Oh plucking geese is gorgeous, I can pluck a goose with ease But pheasant plucking’s torture because they haven’t any grease.
I’m not a pheasant plucker, he has gone out on the tiles He only plucked one pheasant and I’m sitting here with piles !
You have to pluck them fresh, if it’s fresh they’re not unpleasant, I knew a man in Dunstable who could pluck a frozen pheasant. They say the village constable had pheasant plucking sessions With the vicar on a Sunday ‘tween the first and second lessons.
I’m not a pheasant plucker, I’m a pheasant plucker’s mum I’m only plucking pheasants ’till the pheasant plucker’s come.
My good friend Godfrey is most adept, he’s really got the knack He likes to have a pheasant plucked before he hits the sack. I like to give a helping hand, I gather up the feathers, It’s really all our pheasant plucking keeps us pair together.
I’m not a pheasant plucker, I’m a pheasant plucker’s friend I’m only plucking pheasants as a means unto an end !
My husband’s in the forest always banging with his gun If he could hear me half the time I’m sure that he would run, For there’s fluff in all my crannies, there’s feathers up my nose And I’m itching in the kitchen from my head down to my toes.
I’m not a pheasant plucker, I’m a pheasant plucker’s wife And when we pluck together it’s a pheasant plucking life !
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This one is called "Choosing Names"...author unknown:
When God had made the earth and sky the flowers and the trees, He then made all the animals the fish, the birds and bees. And when at last He’d finished not one was quite the same. He said, "I’ll walk this world of mine and give each one a name."
And so He traveled far and wide and everywhere He went, a little creature followed Him until it’s strength was spent.
When all were named upon the earth and in the sky and sea, the little creature said, "Dear Lord, there’s not one left for me."
Kindly, the Father said to him, "I’ve left you to the end. I’ve turned my own name back to front and called you dog, My friend."
Ray I had no idea there were so many plucking verses!! but thankyou so much - must make sure I keep that one as I was laughing as I read it. I am a dog lover and I hadn’t heard of the second one you sent! but keep ’em coming.. Cheers Teresa(noH)
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