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Lyman, frederick, and jim

Eugene Field 1850 (St. Louis) – 1895 (Chicago)


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--
  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,
  And Frederick
  And Jim!

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Submitted on May 13, 2011

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Eugene Field

Eugene Field, Sr. was an American writer, best known for his children's poetry and humorous essays. more…

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