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 At last came a sailor, with courage in-store,

Who swore he would tackle this long-snouted bore!

But the nose made him jump like a grim pantaloon,

And toss'd him so high, he went bang through the moon!

The people around were gaping with fear,

When they saw the poor sailor his course upwards steer,

So they took to their heels, and made the coast clear,

For the force of the nose made him feel very queer!

The country was fill'd with wonder and dread,

So tho king at last set a price on his head;

And so loud did he snore, at night when in bed,

'Twas said if he lived he would soon wake the dead!

Some guards from the king at last made a gap,

Through the doors of the house of this terrible chap;

They found him in bed, just taking a nap,

With the nose round his head in place of a cap.

They crept one by one, tip toe on the floor,

I think that in all there was near sixty score;

They tried to secure him--but mark, what a bore,

He jump'd through the roof, and was never seen more.

The soldiers were all of them struck with affright,

When they saw Mr. Nosy ent clean' out of sight;

And so angry were they he had taken his flight,

They set to and pumnmell’d each other all night!