And all night long they sailed away; And when the sun went down, They whistled and warbled a moony song To the echoing sound of a coppery gong, In the shade of the mountains brown. "O Timballo! How happy we are When we live in a sieve and a crockery jar! And all night long, in the moonlight pale, We sail away with a pea-green sail In the shade of the mountains brown." Far and few, far and few, Are the lands where the Jumblies live: Their heads are green, and their hands are blue; And they went to sea in a sieve. They sailed to the Western Sea, they did,-- To a land all covered with trees: And they bought an owl, and a useful cart, And a pound of rice, and a cranberry tart, And a hive of silvery bees; And they bought a pig, and some green jackdaws, And a lovely monkey with lollipop paws, And forty bottles of ring-bo-ree, And no end of Stilton cheese. Far and few, far and few, Are the lands where the Jumblies live: Their heads are green, and their hands are blue; And they went to sea in a sieve. And in twenty years they all came back,-- In twenty years or more; And every one said, "How tall they've grown! For they've been to the Lakes, and the Torrible Zone, And the hills of the Chankly Bore." And they drank their health, and gave them a feast Of dumplings made of beautiful yeast; And every one said, "If we only live, We, too, will go to sea in a sieve, To the hills of the Chankly Bore." Far and few, far and few, Are the lands where the Jumblies live: Their heads are green, and their hands are blue; And they went to sea in a sieve. BALLADS POPULAR BONNY BARBARA ALLAN It was in and about the Martinmas time, When the green leaves were a-falling, That Sir John Graeme, in the West Country, Fell in love with Barbara Allan. He sent his man down through the town, To the place where she was dwelling: "O haste and come to my master dear, Gin ye be Barbara Allan." O hooly, hooly rose she up, To the place where he was lying, And when she drew the curtain by: "Young man, I think you're dying." "O it's I'm sick, and very, very sick, And 'tis a' for Barabara Allan"; "O the better for me ye's never be, Tho your heart's blood were a-spilling. "Do you remember the other day, When we were at the tavern drinking, You drank a health to the ladies all, And you slighted Barbara Allan?" "Yes, I remember the other day, When we were at the tavern drinking, I drank a health to the ladies all, And three to Barbara Allan." "Do you remember the other night, When we were at the ballroom dancing, You gave your hand to the ladies all, And slighted Barbara Allan?" "Yes, I remember the other night, When we were at the ballroom dancing, I gave my hand to the ladies all, And my heart to Barbara Allan." He turned his face unto the wall, And death was with him dealing: "Adieu, adieu, my dear friends all. And be kind to Barbara Allan."