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lirik lagu john glen - thomas love peacock: the wise men of gotham

in a bowl to sea went wise men three
on a brilliant night of june:
they carried a net, and their hearts were set
on fishing up the moon

the sea was calm, the air was balm
not a breath stirred low or high
and the moon, i trow, lay as bright below
and as round as in the sky

the wise men with the current went
nor paddle nor oar had they
and still as the grave they went on the wave
that they might not disturb their prey

far, far at sea, were the wise men three
when their fishing~net they threw;
and at the throw, the moon below
in a thousand fragments flew

the sea was bright with the dancing light
of a million million gleams
which the broken moon shot forth as soon
as the net disturbed her beams

they drew in their net: it was empty and wet
and they had lost their pain
soon ceased the play of each dancing ray
and the image was round again
three times they threw, three times they drew
and all the while were mute;
and evermore their wonder grew
till they could not but dispute

their silence they broke, and each one spoke
full long, and loud, and clear;
a man at sea their voices three
full three leagues off might hear

the three wise men got home again
to their children and their wives:
but touching their trip, and their net’s vain dip
they disputed all their lives

the wise men three could never agree
why they missed the promised boon;
they agreed alone that their net they had thrown
and they had not caught the moon

i have thought myself pale o’er this ancient tale
and its sense i could not ken;
but now i see that the wise men three
were paper~money men

“rub~a~dub~dub, three men in a tub,’
is a mystic burthen old
which i’ve pondered about till my fire went out
and i could not sleep for cold
i now divine each mystic sign
which robbed me oft of sleep
three men in a bowl, who went to troll
for the moon in the midnight deep

three men were they who science drank
from scottish fountains free;
the cash they sank in the gotham bank
was the moon beneath the sea

the breaking of the imaged moon
at the fishing~net’s first splash
was the breaking of the bank as soon
as the wise men claimed their cash

the dispute which lasted all their lives
was the economic strife
which the son’s son’s son of every one
will maintain through all his life

the son’s son’s sons will baffled be
as were their sires of old;
but they only agree, like the wise men three
that they could not get their gold

and they’ll build systems dark and deep
and systems broad and high;
but two of three will never agree
about the reason why
and he who at this day will seek
the economic club
will find at least three sages there
as ready as any that ever were
to go to sea in a tub

- lirik lagu john glen

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