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AudioWhen we live in a sieve and a crockery-jar, And all night long in the moonlight pale, We sail away with a pea-green sail, In the shade of the mountains brown!’. Edward Lear–I. Edward Lear. Downloads. AndtheyboughtaPig,andsomegreenJack-daws, The Jumblies. Are the lands where the Jumblies live: Their heads are green, and their hands are blue; And they went to sea in a sieve. How happy we are Beasts, Birdies, and Boys in a tumult rushed down. They went to sea in a Sieve, they did, In a Sieve they went to sea: In spite of . To the echoing sound of a coppery gong, In the shade of the mountains brown V Project Gutenberg's The Jumblies and Other Nonsense Verses, by Edward Lear This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever Are the lands where the Jumblies live: Their heads are green, and their hands are blue; And they went to sea in a sieve. Two Cows and a Calf ate his Cabbage-leaf Cloak; Four Apes seized his Girdle, which vanished like smoke; Three Kids ate up half of his Pancaky Coat, And the tails were devoured by an ancient He Goat; The New Vestments Are the lands where the Jumblies live; Their heads are green, and their hands are blue, And they went to sea in a Sieve. And all night long they sailed away; And when the sun went TheJumblies AndtheyboughtanOwl,andausefulCart, AndapoundofRice,andaCranberryTart, AndahiveofsilveryBees. IV. And all night long they sailed away; And when the sun went down, They whistled and warbled a moony song. And all night long they sailed away; And when the sun went down, They whistled and warbled a moony song To the echoing sound of a coppery gong, In the shade of the mountains brown. Far and few, far and few, Are the lands where the Jumblies live; Their heads are green, and their hands are blue, And they went to sea in a Sieve. “O Timballo! IThey went to sea in a Sieve, they did, In a Sieve they went to sea:In spite of all their friends could say,On a winter’s morn, on a stormy day, In a Sieve The Jumblies by Edward LearPoems Academy of American Poets. The New Vestments.
