The Walloping Window Blind Lyrics - Leave Your Sleep - Natalie Merchant

A capital ship for an ocean trip 

Was the Walloping Window Blind. 

No gale that blew dismayed her crew 

Or troubled the captain's mind. 

The man at the wheel was taught to feel 

Contempt for the wildest blow. 

And it often appeared when the weather had cleared 

That he'd been in his bunk below. 

The boatswain's mate was very sedate, 

Yet fond of amusement too; 

And he played hopscotch with the starboard watch 

While the captain tickled the crew. 

And the gunner we had was apparently mad 

For he stood on the cannon's tail, 

And fired salutes in the captain's boots 

In the teeth of a booming gale. 

The captain sat in a commodore's hat 

And dined in a royal way 

On toasted pigs and pickles and figs 

And gummery bread each day. 

But the rest of us ate from an odious plate 

For the food that was given the crew 

Was a number of tons of hot cross buns 

Chopped up with sugar and glue. 

We all felt ill as mariners will 

On a diet that's cheap and rude, 

And the poop deck shook when we dipped the cook 

In a tub of his gluesome food. 

Then nautical pride we laid aside, 

And we cast the vessel ashore 

On the Gulliby Isles, where the Poohpooh smiles 

And the Anagzanders roar. 

Composed of sand was that favored land 

And trimmed in cinnamon straws; 

And pink and blue was the pleasing hue 

Of the Tickletoeteasers claws. 

We climbed to the edge of a sandy ledge 

And soared with the whistling bee, 

And we only stopped at four o'clock 

For a pot of cinnamon tea. 

From dawn to dark, on rubagub bark 

We fed, till we all had grown 

Uncommonly thin. Then a boat blew in 

On a wind from the torriby zone. 

She was stubby and square, but we didn't much care, 

And we cheerily put to sea. 

We plotted a course for the Land of Blue Horse, 

Due west 'cross the Peppermint Sea.