WHISTLE us something old, you know! Pucker your lips with the old-time twist, And whistle the jigs of the long ago, Or the old hornpipes that you used to whist. Some old, old tune that we oft averred Was a little the oldest thing we'd heard Since "the bob-tailed nag" was a frisky colt, In the babbling days of old "Ben Bolt." Whistle us something old and gray -- Some toothless tune of the bygone years -- Some bald old song that limps to-day With a walking-stick this vale of tears. Whistle a stave of the good old days, E'er the fur stood up in a thousand ways On the listener's pelt as he ripped and tore, And diddle - dee - blank - blanked Pinafore. CHORUS Whistle us something old, you know! Pucker your lips with the old-time twist, And whistle the jigs of the long ago, Or the old hornpipes that you used to whist. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RIVER by RALPH WALDO EMERSON COUNTING THE BEATS by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES TO CHLOE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 39. NOT CHRIST, BUT CHRIST'S GOD by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) FATHER GOOSE by LYMAN FRANK BAUM THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 49. FAREWELL TO JULIET (11) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |