For she had a tongue with a tang,
Would cry to a sailor, "Go hang!"
She loved not the savor of tar nor of pitch,
Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did itch.
Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang!
limerick by William Shakespeare from The Tempest, Act II, Scene 2 (1611)
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1 Dan Costinaş said on 19 June 2017: |
| (*) the lines that precede and follow the limerick: Stephano [sings]: I shall no more to sea, to sea, Here shall I die ashore— This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral. Well, here's my comfort. [drinks, sings] The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I, The gunner and his mate Loved Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery, But none of us cared for Kate. For she had a tongue with a tang, Would cry to a sailor, 'Go hang!' She loved not the savor of tar nor of pitch, Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did itch. Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang! This is a scurvy tune too. But here's my comfort. [drinks] |