I Am The Very Model Of A

Things Are Seldom What They Seem.

Strike The Concertina's Melancholy String! Blow The Spirit-stirring Harp Like Any Thing! Let The Piano's Martial Blast Rouse The Echoes Of The Past

Posterity Shall Know Of Me Even Less Than I Shall Know Of Posterity.

Roll On, Thou Ball, Roll On! Through Pathless Realms Of Space, Roll On!

I Am The Captain Of The Pinafore ; And A Right Good Captain Too! . . . . And I'm Never, Never Sick At Sea! What, Never? No, Never! What Never? Hardly Ever! He's Hardly Ever Sick At Sea! Then Give Three Cheers, And One Cheer More, For The Hardy Captain Of The Pinafore!