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...A HYMN [TO THE NAME AND] IN HONOR OF SAINT TERESA by RICHARD CRASHAW TO SIR HENRY WOTTON (1) by JOHN DONNE TO HIS CONSCIENCE by ROBERT HERRICK SANDALPHON by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE MASK OF ANARCHY; WRITTEN ON OCCASION OF MASSACRE AT MANCHESTER by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY ON A BEAUTIFUL DAY by JOHN STERLING (1806-1844) THE MASTER BLACKSMITH by ARNOLD ANDREWS |