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LYMAN, FREDERICK, AND JIM

Eugene Field

(FOR THE FELLOWSHIP CLUB)

 

Lyman and Frederick and Jim, one day,

Set out in a great big ship--

Steamed to the ocean adown the bay

Out of a New York slip.

"Where are you going and what is your game?"

The people asked those three.

"Darned if we know; but all the same

Happy as larks are we;

And happier still we're going to be!"

Said Lyman

And Frederick

And Jim.

 

The people laughed "Aha, oho!

Oho, aha!" laughed they;

And while those three went sailing so

Some pirates steered that way.

The pirates they were laughing, too--

The prospect made them glad;

But by the time the job was through

Each of them pirates, bold and bad,

Had been done out of all he had

By Lyman

And Frederick

And Jim.

 

Days and weeks and months they sped,

Painting that foreign clime

A beautiful, bright vermilion red--

And having a ---- of a time!

'T was all so gaudy a lark, it seemed

As if it could not be,

And some folks thought it a dream they dreamed

Of sailing that foreign sea,

But I'll identify you these three--

Lyman

And Frederick

And Jim.

 

Lyman and Frederick are bankers and sich

And Jim is an editor kind;

The first two named are awfully rich

And Jim ain't far behind!

So keep your eyes open and mind your tricks,

Or you are like to be

In quite as much of a Tartar fix

As the pirates that sailed the sea

And monkeyed with the pardners three,

Lyman

And Frederick

And Jim!