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Have you been catching [of]1 fish, Tom Noddy? Have you snared a weeping hare? Have you whistled "No Nunny" and gunned a poor bunny, Or blinded a bird of the air? Have you trod like a murderer through the green woods, Through the dewy deep dingles and glooms, While every small creature screamed shrill to Dame Nature "He comes - and he comes!"? Wonder I very much do, Tom Noddy, If ever, when [you are a-roam]2, An Ogre from space will stoop a lean face, And lug you home: Lug you home over his fence, Tom Noddy, Of thorn-sticks nine yards high, With your bent knees strung round his old iron gun And your head a dan-dangling by: And hang you up stiff on a hook, Tom Noddy, From a stone-cold pantry shelf, Whence your eyes will glare in an empty stare, Till [you're]3 cooked yourself!
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1 omitted by Britten.
2 Britten: "off you roam"
3 Britten: "you are"
- by Walter De la Mare (1873 - 1956), "Tit for tat", appears in Peacock Pie: A Book of Rhymes, in 5. Beasts, no. 7, first published 1913 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by (Edward) Benjamin Britten (1913 - 1976), "Tit for tat", published 1969 [ voice and piano ], from Tit for tat, no. 5 [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Freda Mary Swain (1902 - 1985), "Tit for tat", 1949-50 [ baritone and piano ], from From "Peacock Pie" [sung text not yet checked]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Un prêté pour un rendu", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , "Wie du mir, so ich dir", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Word count: 146
As-tu attrapé du poisson, Tom Noddy ? As-tu pris au piège un lièvre qui pleurait ? As-tu sifflé "Non, mamie" et tiré un pauvre lapin, Ou rendu aveugle un oiseau des airs ? As-tu marché comme un assassin à travers les bois verts, À travers les vallées et les ténèbres profondes et couvertes de rosée, Tandis que toutes les petits êtres lançaient des cris stridents à Dame Nature "Il arrive, il arrive !" ? Je serais vraiment émerveillé, Tom Noddy, Si jamais, quand tu vagabondes, Un ogre venu de l'espace inclinait sa face maigre Et t'entraînait chez lui : T'entraînait chez lui au-dessus de sa barrière, Tom Noddy, De branches d'épineux, de neuf mètres de haut, Avec tes genoux pliés attachés autour de son vieux fusil en fer Et ta tête se bal-balançant : Et t'aurait pendu bien raide à un crochet, Tom Noddy, À une étagère du garde-manger en pierre froide D'où tes yeux vides lanceraient des regards furieux Jusqu'à ce que tu sois cuit toi-même !
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- a text in English by Walter De la Mare (1873 - 1956), "Tit for tat", appears in Peacock Pie: A Book of Rhymes, in 5. Beasts, no. 7, first published 1913
This text was added to the website: 2011-06-29
Line count: 20
Word count: 168