30 OLD DORSET SO1S 7 GS. 



'Twas a crocodile, I plainly could see he was not of a common 



race, 

 For I was obliged to climb a high tree before I could see his 



face ; 

 And when he lifted up his jaw (though perhaps you may think 



'tis a lie) 

 He reached above the clouds for miles three score, and almost 



touched the sky. 



Chorus. 



While up aloft the wind was high, it blew a gale from the south, 

 I lost my hold and away did fly right into the crocodile's mouth. 

 He quickly closed his jaws on me, and thought he'd got a victim, 

 But I ran down his throat, d'ye see ? and that's the way I tricked 



him. 



Chorus. 



I travelled on for a month or two, till I got into his maw, 

 Where I found of rum-kegs not a few, and a thousand fat 



bullocks in store. 



Of life I banished all my care, for of grub I was not stinted, 

 And in this crocodile I lived ten years and very well contented. 



Chorus. 



This crocodile being very old, one day, alas ! he died. 

 He was ten long years a-getting cold, he was so long and wide. 

 His skin was eight miles thick, I'm sure, or very near about, 

 For I was full ten years or more a- cutting my way out. 



Chorus. 



And now I am once more got on earth I've vowed no more to 



roam. 



In a ship that passed I got a berth, and now I'm safe at home. 

 And if my story you should doubt, should you ever travel the 



Nile, 



It's ten to one you'll find the shell of the wonderful crocodile. 



Chorus. 



