Wednesday, 10 March 2010
The Kettle on the Hob
Molly is a Minstrel Lass
can create lots of fun from long songs,
to small stories, for every one.
THE KETTLE ON THE HOB
They may talk as they will about singing
Their harps and their lutes and what not,
Their fiddles are not worth the stringing
Compared to the music I've got ;
It sings every morning to cheer me.
My pockets it never can rob,
I'm happy each morn when it's near me,
'Tis my kettle that sings on the hob.
At eve, when from labour returning,
I list to its musical throb;
Worth all your fal-lals and fine learning,
'Is — my kettle that sings on the hob.
With home-faces smiling around me,
And children and wife at the board.
No music such joy ever found me
As that its sweet song doth afford.
I love every inch of its metal,
From the tip of the spout to the knob,
'Lead a temperate life,' sings the kettle.
The kettle that sings on the hob.
Sometimes an old friend shares my table.
Though never on dainties I dine.
I treat him as well as I'm able,
Tho' I boast of no cellar of wine.
'Tis friendship gives zest to the liquor,
Tho' we but in tea hob-a-nob.
And to make it the hotter and quicker
There's the kettle that sings on the hob.
Yet with lessons far deeper and higher,
The song of the kettle may teem;
'Twas the kettle that sung on the fire
That first proved the power of steam.
What great things from small may be spinging
Is proved by the engine's deep sob,
And yet, after all, the beginning
Was the kettle that sings on the hob.
And so, to the kettle returning,
I list to its musical throb,
And find there's a lesson worth learning
In my kettle that sings on tiie hob.
by J E Carpenter.
Not a lot seems to have been written about the man J. E. Carpenter,
but his full name was Joseph Edward Carpenter and he wrote wonderful poetry.
The Romance of the Dreamer is one of his books, and there is an message on
the inside dated 1st September 1841, I have the above poem in an old book which was reprinted in 1873, but I can't find any pictures of him."
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Abdul Abulbul Amir, and a little bit more for your entertainment. Enjoy xxx Diddilydeedot in Dreamland.
Abdul Abulbul Amir
Written By: Percy French
Copyright Unknown
The sons of the prophet were hardy and bold,
And quite unaccustomed to fear,
But the bravest of these was a man, I am told
Named Abdul Abulbul Amir.
This son of the desert, in battle aroused,
Could spit twenty men on his spear.
A terrible creature, both sober and soused
Was Abdul Abulbul Amir.
When they needed a man to encourage the van,
Or to harass the foe from the rear,
Or to storm a redoubt, they had only to shout
For Abdul Abulbul Amir.
There are heroes aplenty and men known to fame
In the troops that were led by the Czar;
But the bravest of these was a man by the name
Of Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.
He could imitate Irving, play Euchre and pool
And perform on the Spanish Guitar.
In fact, quite the cream of the Muscovite team
Was Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.
The ladies all loved him, his rivals were few;
He could drink them all under the bar.
As gallant or tank, there was no one to rank
With Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.
One day this bold Russian had shouldered his gun
And donned his most truculent sneer
Downtown he did go, where he trod on the toe
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir
"Young man," quoth Bulbul, "has life grown so dull,
That you're anxious to end your career?
Vile infidel! Know, you have trod on the toe
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir."
The rest of this wonderful tale can be found at Cydney's Castle.
http://.diddilydeedotsdreamland. zoomshare.com/
And quite unaccustomed to fear,
But the bravest of these was a man, I am told
Named Abdul Abulbul Amir.
This son of the desert, in battle aroused,
Could spit twenty men on his spear.
A terrible creature, both sober and soused
Was Abdul Abulbul Amir.
When they needed a man to encourage the van,
Or to harass the foe from the rear,
Or to storm a redoubt, they had only to shout
For Abdul Abulbul Amir.
There are heroes aplenty and men known to fame
In the troops that were led by the Czar;
But the bravest of these was a man by the name
Of Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.
He could imitate Irving, play Euchre and pool
And perform on the Spanish Guitar.
In fact, quite the cream of the Muscovite team
Was Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.
The ladies all loved him, his rivals were few;
He could drink them all under the bar.
As gallant or tank, there was no one to rank
With Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.
One day this bold Russian had shouldered his gun
And donned his most truculent sneer
Downtown he did go, where he trod on the toe
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir
"Young man," quoth Bulbul, "has life grown so dull,
That you're anxious to end your career?
Vile infidel! Know, you have trod on the toe
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir."
The rest of this wonderful tale can be found at Cydney's Castle.
http://.diddilydeedotsdreamland. zoomshare.com/
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