Now this young man called Jim,
He took a holiday whim;
Says he, to Molly,
“Oh, let's be jolly,
While he's in Tartary Crim.”
(Jovially.) “While he's in Tartary Crim.”
One day, said Jovial Jim,
“I've got some news of Tim;
His ship, three-decked,
Was smashed and wrecked,
On leaving Tartary Crim.”
(Dubiously.) “On leaving Tartary Crim.”
“He's drowned! poor Corporal Tim!”
Then Molly sang a hymn.
“Now, Jim,” says she,
“You'll marry me,
And bother Tartary Crim.”
(Decidedly.) “And bother Tartary Crim.”
One night at home with Jim,
Appeared a figure grim.
Cries she, “'Tis T——!”
“It is,” says he;
“I've come from Tartary Crim.”
(Spectrally.) “I've come from Tartary Crim.”
“You didn't think,” says Tim,
“That corporals could swim
But ghosts know how
To swim—I'm now—
(Spectrally.) My ghost!—from Tartary Crim.”
And then they saw that Tim
Had fins on every limb;
His feet went squish—
Cries Jim, “I wish
I was in Tartary Crim.”
(Excitedly.) “Away to Tartary Crim!”
He took a jump, did Jim,
Right on to a vessel's rim;
She made a tack,
And he never came back,
To her or Tartary Crim.
(With certainty.) To her or Tartary Crim.
The ghost of Corporal Tim
Took Molly away with him,
And plunged in the sea,
And there they be,
Two ghosts in Tartary Crim.