Poem by William Brighty Rands

Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore

Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore – 
No doubt you have heard the name before – 
Was a boy who never would shut the door.

The wind might whistle, the wind might roar,
And teeth be aching, and throats be sore,
But still he never would shut the door.

His father would beg, his mother implore,
“Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore,
We really wish you would shut the door!”

They rigged out a shutter with sail and oar,
And threatened to pack off Gustavus Gore
On a voyage to far-away Singapore,

But he begged for mercy, and said, “No more!
Pray do not sent me to Singapore
On a shutter, and then I will shut the door.”

“You will?” said his parents; “then keep on shore;
But mind you do, for the plague is sore
Of the fellow that never will shut the door – 
Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore!”

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