 The Magnet and the Churn by W. S. Gilbert read for Librebox.org by Bethany on the 1st of May, 2020. A magnet hung in a hardware shop and all around was a loving crop of scissors and needles, nails and knives, offering love for all their lives. But for iron the magnet felt no whim, though he charmed iron it charmed not him. From needles and nails and knives he'd turn, for he'd set his love on a silver churn. His most aesthetic, very magnetic fancy took this turn. If I can riddle a knife or needle, I not a silver churn. An iron and steel expressed surprise, the needles opened their well-drilled eyes. The pin knives felt shut up, no doubt the scissors declared themselves cut out. The kettle they boiled with rage, Tiz said, while every nail went off its head, and hither and thither began to roam, till a hammer came up and drove it home. While this magnetic, parapetetic lover he lived to learn, by no endeavor can Magnet ever attract a silver churn. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Magnet and the Churn by W. S. Gilbert. Read for LibriVox.org by LGPug. A magnet hung in a hardware shop and all around was a loving crop of scissors and needles, nails and knives, offering love for all their lives. But for iron the magnet felt no whim, though he charmed iron, he charmed not him. From needles and nails and knives he'd turn, for he'd set his love on a silver churn. His most aesthetic, very magnetic fancy took this turn. If I can riddle a knife or needle, why not a silver churn? And iron and steel expressed surprise. The needles opened their well-drilled eyes. The pen-knives felt shut up, no doubt. The scissors declared themselves cut out. The kettles they boiled with rage, Tiz said, while every nail went off its head, and hither and thither began to roam, till a hammer came up and drove it home. While this magnetic, peripatetic lover he lived to learn by no endeavour can magnet ever attract a silver churn. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Magnet and the Churn by W. S. Gilbert. Read for LibriVox.org by Andrew Bedford on 29 April 2020 in Yorkshire in the United Kingdom. A magnet hung in a hardware shop, and all around was a loving crop of scissors and needles, nails and knives, offering love for all their lives. But for iron the Magnet felt no whim, though he charmed iron it charmed not him. From needles and nails and knives he'd turn, for he'd set his love on a silver churn. His most aesthetic, very magnetic fancy took this turn. If I can weedle a knife or needle, why not a silver churn? And iron and steel expressed surprise. The needles opened their well-drilled eyes. The pen knives felt shut up, no doubt. The scissors declared themselves cut out. The kettles they boiled with rage, Tiz said, while every nail went off its head, and hither and thither began to roam, till a hammer came up and drove it home. While dyspagnetic, peripatetic, lover he lived to learn, by no endeavour could Magnet ever attract a silver churn. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Magnet and the Churn by W. S. Gilbert Read for LibriVox.org by Bruce Gachok A Magnet hung in a hardware shop, and all around was a loving crop of scissors and needles, nails and knives, offering love for all their lives. But for Iron, the Magnet felt no whim, though he charmed Iron, it charmed not him. From needles and nails and knives he'd turn, for he'd set his love on a silver churn. His most aesthetic, very magnetic fancy took this turn. If I can wedle a knife or needle, why not a silver churn? And Iron and Steel expressed surprise. The needles opened their well-drilled eyes. The pen knives felt shut up, no doubt. The scissors declared themselves cut out. The needles they voiled with rage, Tiz said, while every nail went off its head, and hither and thither began to roam, till a hammer came up and drove it home. While this magnetic, peripatetic, lover he lived to learn, by no endeavour can Magnet ever attract a silver churn. The Magnet and the Churn by W. S. Gilbert Read for LibriVonx.org by Craig Franklin A Magnet hung in a hardware shop, and all around was a lovely crop of scissors and needles, nails and knives, offering love for all their lives. But for Iron the Magnet felt no whim, though he charmed Iron, it charmed not him. From needles and nails and knives he'd turn, for he'd set his love on a silver churn. His most aesthetic, very magnetic fancy took this turn. If I can wedle a knife or needle, why not a silver churn? And Iron and Steel expressed surprise. The needles opened their well-drilled eyes. The pen knives felt shut up, no doubt. The scissors declared themselves cut out. The kettles they voiled with rage, Tiz said, while every nail went off its head, and hither and thither began to roam, till a hammer came up and drove it home. While this magnetic, peripatetic, lover he lived to learn, by no endeavour, can Magnet ever attract a silver churn. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Magnet and the Churn by W. S. Gilbert Read for LibriVonx.org by Chad Horner From Ballyclair in County Hunter, Northern Ireland Situated in the northeast of the island of Ireland A Magnet hung in a warehouse shop, and all around was a lovin' crop of scissors and needles, nails and knives, offering love for all their lives. But for Iron the Magnet felt no whim, though he charmed Iron, it charmed not him. From needles and nails and knives he'd turn, for he'd set his love on a silver churn. His most aesthetic, very magnetic, fancy took this turn. If I can weedle a knife or needle, why not a silver churn? And Iron and steel expressed surprise. The needles opened their well-drilled eyes. The pen-knives felt, shut up, no doubt, the scissors declared themselves cut out. The kettles they boiled with rage, tis said, while every nail went off its head and hither and thither began to roam till a hammer came up and drove it home. While this magnetic, peripatetic, lover he lived to learn, by no endeavour could Magnet ever attract a silver churn. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. The Magnet and the Churn by W. S. Gilbert, read for LibriVox.org by David Lawrence. A Magnet hung in a hardware shop and all around was a loving crop of scissors and needles, nails and knives, offering love for all their lives. But for Iron the Magnet felt no whim, though he charmed Iron, it charmed not him. From needles and nails and knives he'd churn, for he'd set his love on a silver churn. His most aesthetic, very magnetic fancy took this churn. If I can wheedle a knife or needle, why not a silver churn? And Iron and steel expressed surprise. The needles opened their well-drilled eyes. The pen-knives felt, shut up, no doubt. The scissors declared themselves cut out. The kettles they boiled with rage, tis said. While every nail went off its head and hither and thither began to roam till a hammer came up and drove it home. While this magnetic, peripatetic, lover he lived to learn, by no endeavour can Magnet ever attract a silver churn. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. The Magnet and the Churn by W.S. Gilbert, read for LibriVox.org by Dominique van der Voerlen. A Magnet hung in a hardware shop, and all around was a loving crop. Off scissors and needles, nails and knives, offering love for all their lives. But for Iron the Magnet felt no whim, though he charmed Iron, it charmed not him. From needles and nails and knives he'd turn, for he'd set his love on a silver churn. His most aesthetic, very Magnetic fancy took this turn. If I can wedle a knife or a needle, why not a silver churn? And Iron and steel expressed surprise. The needles opened their well-drilled eyes. The pen-knives felt, shut up, no doubt. The scissors declared themselves cut out. The kettles they boiled with rage this had, while every nail went off its head. And hither and thither began to roam, till a hammer came up and drove it home. While this Magnetic, parapetetic lover he lived to learn, by no endeavour can Magnet ever attract a silver churn. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. The Magnet and the Churn by W. S. Gilbert, read for LibriVox.org by Emily. A Magnet hung in a hardware shop, and all around was a loving crop of scissors and needles, nails and knives, offering love for all their lives. But for Iron the Magnet felt no whim, though he charmed Iron, it charmed not him. From needles and nails and knives he'd turn, for he'd set his love on a silver churn. His most aesthetic, very Magnetic, fancy took this turn. If I can weedle a knife or needle, why not a silver churn? An Iron and Steel expressed surprise. The needles opened their well-drilled eyes. The pen-knives felt, shut up, no doubt. The scissors declared themselves cut out. The kettles they boiled with rage this had, while every nail went off its head. And hither and thither began to roam till a hammer came up and drove it home, while this Magnetic, parapetetic lover he lived to learn by no endeavour can a Magnet ever attract a silver churn. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. The Magnet and the Churn by W. S. Gilbert, read for LibriVox.org by Newgate Novelist. A Magnet hung in a hardware shop, and all around was a loving crop of scissors and needles, nails and knives, offering love for all their lives. But for Iron the Magnet felt no whim, though he charmed Iron, it charmed not him. From needles and nails and knives he'd turn, for he'd set his love on a silver churn. His most aesthetic, very Magnetic fancy took this turn. If I can weedle a knife or needle, why not a silver churn? And Iron and Steel expressed surprise. The needles opened their well-drilled eyes. The pen knives felt shut up, no doubt. The scissors declared themselves cut out. The kettles they boiled with rage, Tiz said, while every nail went off its head. And hither and thither began to roam till a hammer came up and drove it home. While this Magnetic peripatetic lover he lived to learn, by no endeavour can Magnet ever attract a silver churn. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. The Magnet and the Churn by W. S. Gilbert, read for LibriVox.org by Florence Short. A Magnet hung in a hardware shop, and all around was a loving crop of scissors and needles, nails and knives, offering love for all their lives. But for Iron the Magnet felt no whim, though he'd charmed Iron, it charmed not him. From needles and nails and knives he'd turned, for he'd set his love on a silver churn. His most aesthetic, very Magnetic, fancy took this turn. If I can wheedle a knife or needle, why not a silver churn? And Iron and Steel expressed surprise. The needles opened their well-drilled eyes. The pen knives felt shut up, no doubt. The scissors declared themselves cut out. The kettles they boiled with rage, Tiz said, while every nail went off its head, and hither and thither began to roam till a hammer came up and drove it home. While this Magnetic, parapatetic lover he lived to learn, by no endeavour can a Magnet ever attract a silver churn. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. The Magnet and the Churn by W. S. Gilbert, read for LibriVox.org by Garth Burton. A Magnet hung in a hardware shop, and all around was a loving crop of scissors and needles, nails and knives, offering love for all their lives. But for Iron the Magnet felt no whim, though he'd charmed Iron, it charmed not him. From needles and nails and knives he'd turn, for he'd set his love on a silver churn. His most aesthetic, very Magnetic fancy took this turn. If I can weedle a knife or needle, why not a silver churn? And Iron and Steel expressed surprise. The needles opened their well-drilled eyes. The pen-knives felt shut up, no doubt. The scissors declared themselves cut out. The kettles they boiled with rage, Tiz said, while every nail went off its head and hither and thither began to roam till a hammer came up and drove it home. While this Magnetic, parapatetic lover he lived to learn, by no endeavour can Magnet ever attract a silver churn. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Magnet and the Churn by W. S. Gilbert. Read for LibriVox.org by Graham Scott Cheltenham, England. GrahamScottAudio.com A Magnet hung in a hardware shop, and all around was a loving crop of scissors and needles, nails and knives, offering love for all their lives. But for Iron the Magnet felt no whim, though he charmed Iron, it charmed not him. From needles and nails and knives he'd turn, for he'd set his love on a silver churn. His most aesthetic, very Magnetic fancy took this turn. If I can weedle a knife or needle, why not a silver churn? And Iron and Steel expressed surprise. The needles opened their well-drilled eyes. The pen-knives felt shut up, no doubt. The scissors declared themselves cut out. The kettles they boiled with rage, Tiz said, while every nail went off its head and hither and thither began to roam till a hammer came up and drove it home. While this Magnetic peripatetic lover he lived to learn by no endeavour can Magnet ever attract a silver churn. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Magnet and the Churn by W. S. Gilbert Read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett A Magnet hung in a hardware shop, and all around was a loving crop of scissors and needles, nails and knives, offering love for all their lives. But for Iron the Magnet felt no whim. Though he charmed Iron, it charmed not him. From needles and nails and knives he'd turn, for he'd set his love on a silver churn. His most aesthetic, very Magnetic, fancy took this turn. If I can weedle, a knife or needle, why not a silver churn? And Iron and Steel expressed surprise. The needles opened their well-drilled eyes. The pin-knives felt shut up, no doubt. The scissors declared themselves cut out. The kettles they boiled with rage, Tiz said, while every nail went off its head and hither and thither began to roam till a hammer came up and drove it home. While this Magnetic, parapetetic, lover he lived to learn by no endeavour can Magnet ever attract a silver churn. In Dev Poem this recording is in the public domain. The Magnet and the Churn by W. S. Gilbert A Magnet hung in a hardware shop, and all around was a loving crop of scissors and needles, nails and knives, offering love for all their lives. But for Iron the Magnet felt no whim. Though he charmed Iron, it charmed not him. From needles and nails and knives he'd turn, for he'd set his love on a silver churn. His most aesthetic, very Magnetic fancy took this turn. If I can wheedle a knife or needle, why not a silver churn? And Iron is still expressed surprise. The needles opened their well-drilled eyes. The pin-knives felt shut up, no doubt. The scissors declared themselves cut out. The kettles they boiled with rage, Tiz said, while every nail went off its head, and hither and thither began to roam, till a hammer came up and drove it home. While this Magnetic peripatetic lover he lived to learn by no endeavour can Magnet ever attract a silver churn. In Dev Poem this recording is in the public domain. The Magnet and the Churn by W. S. Gilbert The Magnet and the Churn by W. S. Gilbert Read for LibraryVokes.org by MaxD A Magnet hung in a hardware shop, and all around was a loving crop of scissors and needles, nails and knives, offering love for all their lives. But for Iron the Magnet felt no whim. Though he charmed Iron, it charmed not him. From needles and nails and knives he'd turn, for he'd set his love on a silver churn. His most aesthetic, very magnetic, fancy took his turn. If I can weedle a knife or needle, why not a silver churn? And Iron and Steel expressed surprise. The needles opened their well-drilled eyes. The pin knives felt shut up, no doubt. The scissors declared themselves cut out. The kettles they boiled with rage, Tiz said, while every nail went off its head, and hither and tither began to roam till a hammer came up and drove it home. While this magnetic, parapetetic, lover he lived to learn, by no endeavor can Magnet ever attract a silver churn. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Magnet and the Churn by W. S. Gilbert Read for LibraryVokes.org by Patrick Wallace A Magnet hung in a hardware shop, and all around was a loving crock of scissors and needles, nails and knives, offering love for all their lives. But for Iron the Magnet felt no wind, though he charmed Iron, it charmed not him. From needles and nails and knives he'd turn, for he'd set his love on a silver churn. His most aesthetic, very magnetic, fancy took this turn. If I can weedle a knife for needle, why not a silver churn? And Iron and Steel expressed surprise. The needles opened their well-drilled eyes. The pen knives felt shut up, no doubt. The scissors declared themselves cut out. The kettles they boiled with rage, Tiz said, while every nail went off its head, and hither and thither began to roam till a hammer came up and drove it home. While this magnetic, peripatetic lover he lived to learn by no endeavour, can Magnet ever attract a silver churn? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Magnet and the Churn by W. S. Gilbert Read for LibraryVokes.org by Phil Shempf A Magnet hung in a hardware shop, and all around was a loving crock of scissors and needles, nails and knives, offering love for all their lives. But for Iron the Magnet felt no whim. Though he charmed Iron, it charmed not him. From needles and nails and knives he'd turn, for he set his love on a silver churn. His most aesthetic, very magnetic, fancy took this turn. If I can wheedle a knife or needle, why not a silver churn? And Iron and steel expressed surprise. The needles opened their well-drilled eyes. The pen knives felt shut up, no doubt. The scissors declared themselves cut out. The kettles they boiled with rage, Tiz said, while every nail went off its head, and hither and thither began to roam till a hammer came up and drove it home. While this magnetic, parapetetic lover he'd lived to learn, by no endeavor can Magnet ever attract a silver churn. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Magnet and the Churn by W. S. Gilbert Red for LibriVox to R. G. by Samuel A Magnet hung in a hardware shop, and all around was a loving home of scissors and needles, nails and knives, offering love for all their lives. But for Iron the Magnet felt no whim. Though he charmed Iron, it charmed not him. From needles and nails and knives he'd turn, for he set his love on a silver churn. His most aesthetic, very magnetic, fancy took his churn. If I can needle a knife on a needle, why not a silver churn? And Iron and steel expressed surprise. When needles opened their welshel dyes, the pen knives felt shut up, no doubt. The scissors declared themselves cut out. The kettles they boiled with rage, Tiz said, while every nail went off its head, and hither and thither began to roam, till a hammer came up and drew it home. While this magnetic, very pathetic, lover he lived to learn, by no endeavor can Magnet ever attract a silver churn. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Magnet and the Churn by W. S. Gilbert Red for LibriVox.org by Thomas Dorrington Hardeen A Magnet hung in a hardware shop, and all around was a loving crop of scissors and needles, nails and knives, offering love for all their lives. But for Iron the Magnet felt no whim. Though he charmed Iron, it charmed not him. From needles and nails and knives he'd turn, for he set his love on a silver churn. His most aesthetic, very magnetic fancy took this turn. If I can weedle a knife or needle, why not a silver churn? And Iron and Steel expressed surprise. The needles opened their well-drilled eyes. The pen knives felt shut up, no doubt. The scissors declared themselves cut out. The kettles they boiled with rage, Tiz said, while every nail went off its head, and hither and thither began to roam till a hammer came up and drove it home. While this magnetic peripatetic lover he lived to learn, by no endeavour can Magnet ever attract a silver churn. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.