Ship Models V South Sea Whaler. “scrimshaw” Model

C Cicely Fox Smith Cicely Fox Smith
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Harpooner Eliphalet Lobb Was a crackerjack At a scrimshaw job. Wonderful smart, So all hands said, Were the bits of things Eliphalet made - Babies’ rattles, Thimbles and reels, Shuttles for tatting And pastry wheels: But the damndest thing That ever he done Was the South Sea whaler The Midnight Sun - Crow’s nest, tryworks And all complete, Carved out o’ whalebone Neat as neat; Boats and lances And line tubs - well Pretty near everything Only the smell! * * * * * old-time spouter and harpooner, they’ve gone on their way this many a year, with the look-out’s hail from the high crow’s nest Nantucket sleigh rides And all the rest; Gamming and grousing Work and fun, In the South Sea whaler The Midnight Sun . The same that you see here, White as snow, Carved out of whalebone Long ago, By Harpooner Eliphalet Lobb - A crackerjack At a scrimshaw job.

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