The Bab Ballads, with Which Are Included Songs of a Savoyard

by W. S. Gilbert

Upon the Port against a post,

A-thinking of, I'll dare to say,

His native Chelsea far away!"

"Oh, mon!" exclaimed the Customs bold,

"Mes yeux!" he said (which means "my eye").

"Oh, chère!" he also cried, I'm told,

"Par Jove," he added, with a sigh.

"Oh, mon! oh, chère! mes yeux! par Jove!

Je n'aime pas cet enticing cove!"

The Panther's captain stood hard by,