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lirik lagu gideon wagner - oliver wendell holmes - the old man of the sea

do you know the old man of the sea, of the sea?
have you met with that dreadful old man?
if you have n’t been caught, you will be, you will be;
for catch you he must and he can

he does n’t hold on by your throat, by your throat
as of old in the terrible tale;
but he grapples you tight by the coat, by the coat
till its b~ttons and b~tton~holes fail

there’s the charm of a snake in his eye, in his eye
and a polypus~grip in his hands;
you cannot go back, nor get by, nor get by
if you look at the spot where he stands

oh, you’re grabbed! see his claw on your sleeve, on your sleeve!
it is sinbad’s old man of thе sea!
you’re a christian, no doubt you beliеve, you believe
you’re a martyr, whatever you be!

is the breakfast~hour past? they must wait, they must wait
while the coffee boils sullenly down
while the johnny~cake burns on the grate, on the grate
and the toast is done frightfully brown

yes, your dinner will keep; let it cool, let it cool
and madam may worry and fret
and children half~starved go to school, go to school;
he can’t think of sparing you yet
hark! the bell for the train! ‘come along! come along!
for there is n’t a second to lose.’
‘all aboard!’ (he holds on.) ‘fsht i ding~dong! fsht! ding~dong!’~~
you can follow on foot, if you choose

there’s a maid with a cheek like a peach, like a peach
that is waiting for you in the church;~~
but he clings to your side like a leech, like a leech
and you leave your lost bride in the lurch

there’s a babe in a fit,~~hurry quick! hurry quick!
to the doctor’s as fast as you can!
the baby is off, while you stick, while you stick
in the grip of the dreadful old man!

i have looked on the face of the bore, of the bore;
the voice of the simple i know;
i have welcomed the flat at my door, at my door;
i have sat by the side of the slow;

i have walked like a lamb by the friend, by the friend
that stuck to my skirts like a bur;
i have borne the stale talk without end, without end
of the sitter whom nothing could stir

but my hamstrings grow loose, and i shake, and i shake
at the sight of the dreadful old man;
yea, i quiver and quake, and i take, and i take
to my legs with what vigor i can!
oh the dreadful old man of the sea, of the sea
he’s come back like the wandering jew!
he has had his cold claw upon me, upon me,~~
and be sure that he’ll have it on you!

- lirik lagu gideon wagner

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