 The Jumblies, by Edward Lear, read for LibriVox.org. They went to see in a sieve they did, in a sieve they went to see, in spite of all their friends could say, on a winter's morn, on a stormy day, in a sieve they went to see. And when the sieve turned round and round, and every one cried, You'll be drowned! They called aloud, Our sieve ain't big, but we don't care a button. We don't care a fig. In a sieve we'll go to see. Far and few, far and few, are the lands where the jubblies live. Their heads are green and their hands are blue, and they went to see in a sieve. They sailed away in a sieve they did, in a sieve they sailed so fast, with only a beautiful pea-green veil tied with a ribbon, by way of a sail, to a small tobacco-pipe mast. And every one said, who saw them go, Oh, won't they be soon upset, you know, for the sky is dark and the voyage is long? And happened what may, it's extremely wrong, in a sieve to sail so fast. The water it soon came in it did, the water it soon came in. So to keep them dry, they wrapped their feet in a pinky paper, all folded neat. And they fastened it down with the pin. And they passed the night in the crockery jar, and each of them said, How wise we are! Though the sky be dark and the voyage be long, yet we never can think we were rash or wrong, while round in our sieve we spin. And all night long they sailed away, and when the sun went down, they whistled and warbled a moony song to the echoing sound of a coppery gong, in the shade of the mountains brown. Oh, Timbaloo! How happy we are when we live in a sieve in a crockery jar! And all night long in the moonlight pale, we sail away with a pea-green sail, in the shade of the mountain brown. They sailed to the western sea they did, to a land all covered with trees. And they bought an owl, and a useful cart, and a pound of rice, and a cranberry tart, and a hive of silvery bees. And they bought a pig, and some green jackdaws, and a lovely monkey with lollipop paws, and forty bottles of ringberry, and no end of stilt-in cheese. And in twenty years they all came back, in twenty years or more. And everyone said, how tall they've grown, for they've been to the lakes and the torreble zone, and the hills of the Chankley Boar. And they drank their health, and gave them a feast, and dumplings made of beautiful yeast. And everyone said, if we only live, we too will go to see in a sieve, to the hills of the Chankley Boar. Far and few, far and few, are the lands where the jumblies live. Their heads are green, and their hands are blue, and they went to see in a sieve. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Read by Alan Davis Drake. The Jumblies by Edward Lear. Read for LibriVox.org by Andrea Fiore. They went to see in a sieve they did, in a sieve they went to see. In spite of all their friends could say, on a winter's morn, on a stormy day, in a sieve they went to see. And when the sieve turned round and round, and everyone cried, you'll be drowned. They called aloud, our sieve ain't big, but we don't care a button, we don't care a fig, in a sieve we'll go to see. Far and few, far and few, are the lands where the jumblies live. Their heads are green, and their hands are blue, and they went to see in a sieve. They sailed away in a sieve they did, in a sieve they sailed so fast, with only a beautiful pea-green veil, tied with a ribbon, by way of a sail, to a small tobacco-pipe mast. And every once said, who saw them go, oh, won't they be soon upset, you know? For the sky is dark, and the voyage is long, and happen what may, it's extremely wrong, in a sieve to sail so fast. The water it soon came in, it did, the water it soon came in. So to keep them dry, they wrapped their feet, in a pinky paper, all folded neat, and they fastened it down with a pin. And they passed the night in a crockery jar, and each of them said, how wise we are. Though the sky be dark, and the voyage be long, yet we never can think we were rash or wrong, while round in our sieve we spin. And all night long they sailed away, and when the sun went down, they whistled and warbled a moony song, to the echoing sound of a coppery gong, in the shade of the mountains brown. Oh, Timbaloo, how happy we are, when we live in a sieve and a crockery jar, and all night long in the moonlight pale, we sail away with a pea-green sail, in the shade of the mountains brown. They sailed to the western sea, they did, to a land all covered with trees, and they bought an owl and a useful cart, and a pound of rice, and a cranberry tart, and a hive of silvery bees, and they bought a pig, and some green jack-daws, and a lovely monkey with lollipop paws, and forty bottles of ring-bow-ree, and no end of stilton cheese. And in twenty years they all came back, in twenty years or more, and everyone said, how tall they've grown, for they've been to the lakes, and the torrible zone, and the hills of the Chankley Boar. And they drank their health, and gave them a feast, of dumplings made of beautiful yeast, and everyone said, if only we live, we too will go to see in a sieve, to the hills of the Chankley Boar. Far and few, far and few, are the lands where the jumblies live. Their heads are green, and their hands are blue, and they went to see in a sieve. The jumblies, by Edward Lear, read for LibriVox.org by Ankeela. They went to see in a sieve they did, in a sieve they went to see. In spite of all their friends could say, on a winter's mourn, on a stormy day, in a sieve they went to see. And when the sieve turned round and round, and everyone cried, you'll be drowned, they called aloud, our sieve ain't big, but we don't care a button, we don't care a fig. In a sieve we'll go to see. Far and few, far and few, are the lands where the jumblies live. Their heads are green, and their hands are blue, and they went to see in a sieve. They sailed away in a sieve they did, in a sieve they sailed so fast, where they went with only a beautiful pea-green veil, tied with a ribbon by way of a sail, to a small tobacco-pipe mast. And everyone said who saw them go, oh won't they be soon upset, you know, for the sky is dark and the voyage is long, and happen what may, it's extremely wrong in a sieve to sail so fast. The water it soon came in it did, the water it soon came in. And to keep them dry they wrapped their feet, in a pinky paper all folded neat, and they fastened it down with a pin. And they passed the night in a crockery jar, and each of them said how wise we are, though the sky be dark and the voyage be long, yet we never can think we were rash or wrong, while round in our sieve we spin. And all night long they sailed away, and when the sun went down they whistled and warbled a moony song, to the echoing sound of a coppery gong, in the shade of the mountains brown. Oh, Timberloo how happy we are, when we live in a sieve and a crockery jar, and all night long in the moonlight pale, we sail away with a pea-green sail in the shade of the mountains brown. They sailed to the western sea they did, to a land all covered with trees, and they bought an owl and a useful cart, and a pound of rice and a cranberry tart, and a hive of silvery bees, and they bought a pig and some green jackdaws, and a lovely monkey with lollipop paws, and forty bottles of ring-bow-ree, and no end of silt and cheese. And in twenty years they all came back, in twenty years or more, and everyone said how tall they've grown, for they've been to the lakes and the torble zone, and the hills of the Chankley Boar, and they drank their health and gave them a feast of dumplings made with beautiful yeast, and everyone said if we only live, we too will go to see in a sieve to the hills of the Chankley Boar. Far and few, far and few, are the lands where the jumblies live. Their heads are green, and their hands are blue, and they went to see in a sieve. And of palm, this recording is in the public domain. The Jumblies by Edward Lear, read for LibriVox.org by Anna Roberts. They went to see in a sieve they did, in a sieve they went to see, in spite of all their friends could say, on a winter's mourn on a stormy day, in a sieve they went to see. And when the sieve turned round and round, and everyone cried, you'll be drowned, they called aloud, our sieve ain't big, but we don't care a button, we don't care a fig, in a sieve we'll go to see. Far and few, far and few, are the lands where the jumblies live. Their heads are green, and their hands are blue, and they went to see in a sieve. They sailed away in a sieve they did, in a sieve they sailed so fast, with only a beautiful pea-green veil, tied with a ribbon, by way of a sail, to a small tobacco-pipe mast. And everyone said, who saw them go, oh, won't they be soon upset, you know, for the sky is dark and the voyage is long, and happen what may, it's extremely wrong, in a sieve, to sail so fast. The water it soon came in it did, the water it soon came in, so to keep them dry they wrapped their feet in a pinky paper all folded neat, and they fastened it down with a pin, and they passed the night in a crockery jar, and each of them said, how wise we are, though the sky be dark and the voyage be long, yet we can never think we were rash or wrong while round in our sieve we spin. And all night long they sailed away, and when the sun went down they whistled and warbled a moony song, to the echoing sound of a coppery gong, in the shade of the mountains brown. Oh, Timbaloo, how happy we are when we live in a sieve in a crockery jar! And all night long, in the moonlight pale, we sail away with a pea-green sail in the shade of the mountains brown. They sailed to the western sea they did, to a land all covered with trees, and they bought an owl in a useful cart, and a pound of rice, and a cranberry tart, and a hive of silvery bees, and they bought a pig, and some green jackdaws, and a lovely monkey with a lollipop paws, and forty bottles of ring borie, and no end of stilt and cheese. And in twenty years they all came back, in twenty years or more, and everyone said how tall they've grown, for they've been to the lakes and the torrable zone, and the hills of the Chonkli Boar, and they drank their health and gave them a feast of dumplings made of beautiful yeast, and everyone said, if we only live we too will go to see in a sieve to the hills of the Chonkli Boar. Far and few, far and few are the lands where the jumblies live, their heads are green and their hands are blue, and they went to see in a sieve. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Jumblies by Edward Lear, read for LibriVox.org by Betsy Bush, March 2009. They went to see in a sieve they did, in a sieve they went to see, in spite of all their friends could say, I know winter's mourn on a stormy day, in a sieve they went to see. And when the sieve turned round and round and everyone cried, you'll be drowned! They called aloud, our sieve ain't big, but we don't care a button, we don't care a fig, in a sieve we'll go to see. Far and few, far and few are the lands where the jumblies live, their heads are green and their hands are blue, and they went to see in a sieve. They sailed away in a sieve they did, in a sieve they sailed so fast, with only a beautiful pea-green veil, tied with a ribbon by way of a sail, to a small tobacco-pipe mast. And everyone said, who saw them go, Oh, won't they be soon upset, you know? For the sky is dark and the voyage is long, and happen what may it's extremely wrong in a sieve to sail so fast. The water it soon came in, it did, the water it soon came in. So to keep them dry, they wrapped their feet in a pinky paper all folded neat, and they fastened it down with a pin. And they passed the night in a crockery jar, and each of them said, How wise we are, though the sky be dark and the voyage be long, that we never can think we were rash or wrong, while round in our sieve we spin. And all night long they sailed away, and when the sun went down they whistled and warbled a moony song, to the echoing sound of a coppery gong, in the shade of the mountains brown, Oh, Timbaloo, how happy we are, when we live in a sieve in a crockery jar! And all night long in the moonlight pale, we sail away with a pea-green sail, in the shade of the mountains brown. They sailed to the western sea they did, to a land all covered with trees, and they bought an owl and a useful cart, and a pound of rice and a cranberry tart, and a hive of silvery bees. And they bought a pig and some green jack-daws, and a lovely monkey with lollipop paws, and forty bottles of ring-bur-ee, and no end of stillton cheese. And in twenty years they all came back, in twenty years or more, and everyone said, How tall you've grown! And they've been to the lakes in the terrible zone, and the hills of the Chinkley Boar. And they drank their health, and gave them a feast of dumplings made of a beautiful yeast. And everyone said, If we only live, we too will go to see in a sieve, to the hills of the Chinkley Boar, far and few and far and few are the lands where the jumblies live. Their heads are green and their hands are blue, and they went to see in a sieve. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Jumblies by Edward Lear Read for LibriVox.org by Icy Jumbo They went to see in a sieve they did, in a sieve they went to see. In spite of all their friends could say, On a winter's morn, on a stormy day, in a sieve they went to see. And when the sieve turned round and round, and everyone cried, You'll be drowned, they called aloud, Our sieve ain't big, but we don't care a button, we don't care a fig, in a sieve we'll go to see. Far and few, far and few are the lands where the jumblies live. Their heads are green and their hands are blue, and they went to see in a sieve. They sailed away in a sieve they did, in a sieve they sailed so fast, with only a beautiful pea-green veil tied with a ribbon, by way of a sail, to a small tobacco-pipe mast. And everyone said, who saw them go, Oh, won't they be soon upset, you know, that the sky is dark, and the voyage is long, and happen what may, it's extremely wrong in a sieve to sail so fast. The water it soon came in it did, the water it soon came in. So to keep them dry they wrapped their feet in a pinky paper, all folded neat, and they fastened it down with a pin. And they passed the night in a crockery jar, and each of them said, how wise we are, though the sky be dark, and the voyage be long, yet we never can think we were rash or wrong, while round in our sieve we spin. And all night long they sailed away, and when the sun went down they whistled and warbled a moony song to the echoing sound of a coppery gong in the shade of the mountains brown. Oh, Timberloo, how happy we are when we live in a sieve and a crockery jar, and all night long in the moonlight pale we sail away with a pea-green sail in the shade of the mountains brown. They sailed to the western sea, they did, to a land all covered with trees, and they bought an owl, and a useful cart, and a pound of rice, and a cranberry tart, and a hive of silvery bees, and they bought a pig, and some green jackdaws, and a lovely monkey with lollipop paws, and forty bottles of ring-bow-ree, and no end of stilt and cheese. And in twenty years they all came back, in twenty years or more, and everyone said, how tall they've grown, for they've been to the lakes and the torreble zone, and to the hills of the Chankley Boar. And they drank their health, and gave them a feast of dumplings made of beautiful yeast, and everyone said, if we only live, we too will go to see in a sieve to the hills of the Chankley Boar. Far and few, far and few are the lands where the jumblies live. Their heads are green, and their hands are blue, and they went to see in a sieve. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Jumblies by Edward Lear Read for LibriVox.org by Corey Samuel They went to see in a sieve, they did, in a sieve they went to see, in spite of all their friends could say, on a winter's mourn, on a stormy day, in a sieve they went to see. And when the sieve turned round and round, and everyone cried, you'll be drowned! They called aloud, our sieve ain't big, but we don't care a button, we don't care a fig, in a sieve we'll go to see. Far and few, far and few are the lands where the jumblies live. Their heads are green, and their hands are blue, and they went to see in a sieve. They sailed away in a sieve they did, in a sieve they sailed so fast, it's only a beautiful pea-green veil, tied with a ribbon by way of a sail, to a small tobacco-pipe mast. And everyone said, who saw them go, oh, won't they be soon upset, you know, for the sky is dark and the voyage is long, and happen what may, it's extremely wrong in a sieve to sail so fast. The water it soon came in, it did, the water it soon came in, so to keep them dry they wrapped their feet in a pinky paper all folded neat, and they fastened it down with a pin, and they passed the night in a crockery jar, and each of them said, how wise we are, though the sky be dark and the voyage be long, yet we never can think we were rash or wrong, while round in our sieve we spin. And all night long they sailed away, and when the sun went down, they whistled and warbled a moony song, to the echoing sound of a coppery gong, in the shade of the mountains brown. Oh, Timbaloo, how happy we are, when we live in a sieve and a crockery jar, and all night long in the moonlight pale, we sail away with a pea-green sail, in the shade of the mountains brown. They sailed to the western sea they did, to a land all covered with trees, and they bought an owl and a useful cart, and a pound of rice and a cranberry tart, and a hive of silvery bees, and they bought a pig and some green jackdaws, and a lovely monkey with lollipop paws, and forty bottles of ringberry, and no end of Stilton cheese. And in twenty years they all came back, in twenty years or more, and everyone said, how tall they've grown, for they've been to the lakes and the terrible zone, and the hills of the Chankley Boar. And they drank their health, and gave them a feast of dumplings and made of beautiful yeast, and everyone said, if we only live, we too will go to see in a sieve to the hills of the Chankley Boar. Far and few, far and few are the lands where the jumblies live. Their heads are green, and their hands are blue, and they went to see in a sieve. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Jumblies by Edward Lear, read for LibriVox.org by Carol Stripling. They went to see in a sieve they did, in a sieve they went to see, in spite of all their friends could say, on a winter's morn, on a stormy day, in a sieve they went to see. And when the sieve turned round and round, and everyone cried, you'll be drowned, they called aloud, our sieve ain't big, but we don't care a button, we don't care a fig, in a sieve we'll go to see. Far and few, far and few are the lands where the jumblies live. Their heads are green, and their hands are blue, and they went to see in a sieve. They sailed away in a sieve they did, in a sieve they sailed so fast, with only a beautiful pea-green veil tied with a ribbon by way of a sail to a small tobacco-pipe mast. And everyone said who saw them go, Oh, won't they be soon upset, you know, for the sky is dark and the voyage is long, and happen what may, it's extremely wrong in a sieve to sail so fast. The water it soon came in it did, the water it soon came in, so to keep them dry they wrapped their feet in a pinky paper all folded neat, and they fastened it down with a pin, and they passed the night in a crockery jar, and each of them said how wise we are, though the sky be dark and the voyage be long, yet we never can think we were rash or wrong while round in our sieve we spin. And all night long they sailed away, and when the sun went down they whistled and warbled a mooney song to the echoing sound of a coppery gong in the shade of the mountains brown. Oh, temple we are, we did! They sailed to the western sea, they did, to a land all covered with trees, and they bought an owl and a useful cart, and a pound of rice and a cranberry tart, and a hive of silvery bees, and they bought a pig and some green jackdaws, and a lovely monkey with lollipop paws, and forty bottles of ring-bow-ree, and no end of Stilton cheese. And in twenty years they all came back, in twenty years or more, and everyone said how tall they've grown, for they've been to the lakes, and the torrible zone, and the hills of the chankley boar, and they drank their health and gave them a feast of dumplings made of beautiful yeast, and everyone said if we only live we too will go to see in a sieve to the hills of the chankley boar. Far and few, far and few are the lands where the jumblies live. Their heads are green, and their hands are blue, and they went to see in a sieve. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Jumblies by Edward Lear, read for LibriVox.org by Claire Snyder. They went to see in a sieve they did, in a sieve they went to see, in spite of all their friends could say, on a winter's morning on a stormy day, in a sieve they went to see. And when the sieve turned round and round, and everyone cried, you'll be drowned, they called aloud, our sieve ain't big, but we don't care a button, we don't care a fig, in a sieve we'll go to see. Far and few, far and few are the lands where the jumblies live. Their heads are green, and their hands are blue, and they went to see in a sieve. They sailed away in a sieve they did, in a sieve they sailed so fast, with only a beautiful pea-green veil tied with a ribbon by way of a sail, to a small tobacco-pipe mast. And everyone said, who saw them go, oh, won't they be soon upset, you know, for the sky is dark and the voyage is long, and happen what may, it's extremely wrong in a sieve to sail so fast. The water it soon came in it did, the water it soon came in, so to keep them dry they wrapped their feet in a pinky paper all folded neat, and they fastened it down with a pin. And they passed the night in a crockery jar, and each of them said, how wise we are, though the sky be dark and the voyage be long, yet we never can think we were rash or wrong, while round in our sieve we spin. And all night long they sailed away, and when the sun went down, they whistled unwarbled a moony song to the echoing sound of a coppery gong, in the shade of the mountains brown. Oh, Timbaloo, how happy we are, when we live in a sieve and a crockery jar, and all night long in the moonlight pale, we sail away with a pea-green sail in the shade of the mountains brown. They sailed to the western sea they did, to a land all covered with trees, and they bought an owl and a useful cart and a pound of rice and a cranberry tart, and a hive of silvery bees, and they bought a pig and some green jackdaws and a lovely monkey with lollipop paws, and forty bottles of ring-bow-ree and no end of stilton cheese. And in twenty years they all came back, in twenty years or more, and everyone said how tall they've grown, for they have been to the lakes and the torrible zone, and the hills of the Chankley Boar, and they drank their health and gave them a feast of dumplings made of beautiful yeast, and everyone said if we only live we too will go to see in a sieve to the hills of the Chankley Boar. Far and few, far and few are the lands where the jumblies live. Their heads are green, and their hands are blue, and they went to see in a sieve. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. In a sieve they went to see. In spite of all their friends could say, on the winter's morn, on a stormy day, in a sieve they went to see. And when the sieve turned round and round, and everyone cried, you'll be drowned! They called aloud, our sieve ain't big, but we don't care a button, we don't care a fig, in a sieve we'll go to see. Far and few, far and few are the lands where the jumblies live. Their heads are green, and their hands are blue, and they went to see in a sieve. They sailed away in a sieve they did. In a sieve they sailed so fast, with only a beautiful pea-green veil, tied with a ribbon, by way of a sail, to a small tobacco-pipe mast. And everyone said, who saw them go, oh, won't they be soon upset, you know, for the sky is dark, and the voyage is long, and, happened what may, it's extremely wrong in a sieve to sail so fast. The water it soon came in, it did. The water it soon came in. So, to keep them dry, they wrapped their feet in a pinky paper, all folded neat. And they fastened it down with a pin. And they passed the night in a crockery jar, and each of them said, how wise we are, though the sky be dark, and the voyage be long, yet we can never think we were rash or wrong, while round in our sieve we spin. And all night long they sailed away, and when the sun went down, they whistled and warbled a moony song, to the echoing sound of a coppery gong, in the shade of the mountains brown. Oh, timber, loo, how happy we are, when we live in a sieve and a crockery jar, and all night long in the moonlight pale, we sail away with a pea-green sail in the shade of the mountains brown. They sailed to the western sea, they did, to a land all covered with trees, and they bought an owl, and a useful cart, and a pound of rice, and a cranberry tart, and a hive of silvery bees, and they bought a pig, and some green jack-daws, and a lovely monkey with lollipop paws, and forty bottles of ring-bow-ree, and no end of Stilton cheese. In twenty years they all came back, in twenty years or more, and everyone said how tall they've grown, for they've been to the lakes, and the Torreble Zone, and the hills of the Chankley Boar, and they drank their health, and gave them a feast of dumplings made of beautiful yeast, and everyone said if we only live, we too will go to see in a sieve to the hills of the Chankley Boar. Far and few, far and few are the lands where the jumblies live, their heads are green, and their hands are blue, and they went to see in a sieve. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Jumblies by Edward Lear, read for LibriVox.org by Donna Stewart, Seattle, Washington. They went to see in a sieve they did, in a sieve they went to see, in spite of all their friends could say on a winter's morn, on a stormy day, in a sieve they went to see, and when the sieve turned round and round, and everyone cried, you'll all be drowned, they called aloud, our sieve ain't big, but we don't care a button, we don't care a fig, in a sieve we'll go to see, far and few, far and few are the lands where the jumblies live, their heads are green, and their hands are blue, and they went to see in a sieve. They sailed away in a sieve they did, in a sieve they sailed so fast, with only a beautiful pea-green veil tied with a ribbon by way of a sail to a small tobacco pipe mast, and everyone said who saw them go, oh won't they soon be upset, you know, for the sky is dark and the voyage is long, and happen what may it's extremely wrong in a sieve to sail so fast. The water it soon came in it did, the water it soon came in, so to keep them dry they wrapped their feet in a pinky paper, all folded neat, and they fastened it down with a pin, and they passed the night in a crockery jar, and each of them said how wise we are, though the sky be dark and the voyage be long, yet we never can't think we were rash or wrong, while round in our sieve we spin. And all night long they sailed away, and when the sun went down they whistled and warbled a moony song to the echoing sound of a coppery gong in the shade of the mountains brown. Oh Timbaloo, how happy we are when we live in a sieve and a crockery jar, and all night long in the moonlight pale we sail away with a pea-green sail in the shade of the mountains brown. They sailed to the western sea they did to a land all covered with trees, and they bought an owl and a useful cart and a pound of rice and a cranberry tart and a hive of silvery bees, and they bought a pig and some green jackdaws and a lovely monkey with lollipop paws and forty bottles of ring berie and no end of stilton cheese. And in twenty years they all came back in twenty years or more, and everyone said how tall they've grown for they've been to the lakes and the torribles zone and the hills of the chankley bore, and they drank their health and gave them a feast of dumplings made of beautiful yeast, and everyone said if we only live we too will go to the sea in a sieve to the hills of the chankley bore. Far and few, far and few are the lands where the jumblies live. Their heads are green and their hands are blue and they went to sea in a sieve. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Jumblies by Edward Lear. Read for LibriVox.org by Ernst Patinama. The 9th of March 2008 Amsterdam the Netherlands. They went to see in a sieve they did in a sieve they went to see. In spite of all the friends could say on a winter's morning on a stormy day in a sieve they went to see and when the sieve turned round and round and everyone cried you'll be drowned they called aloud our sieve ain't big but we don't care a button we don't care a fig in a sieve we'll go to see. Far and few, far and few are the lands where the jumblies live. The heads are green and the hands are blue and they went to see in a sieve. They sailed away in a sieve they did in a sieve they sailed so fast with only a beautiful pea green veil tied with a ribbon by way of a sail to a small tobacco pipe mast and everyone said who saw them go oh won't they be soon upset you know for the sky is dark and the voyage is long and happened what may it's extremely wrong in a sieve to sail so fast. The water it soon came in it did the water it soon came in so to keep them dry they wrapped their feet in a pinky paper all folded neat and they fastened it down with a pin and they passed the night in a crockery jar and each of them said how wise we are though the sky be dark and the voyage be long yet we never can think we were rash or wrong while round in a sieve we spin and all night long they sailed away and when the sun went down they whistled and wobbled a moony song to the echoing sound of a coppery gong in the shade of the mountains brown oh timbaloo how happy we are when we live in a sieve and a crockery jar and all night long in a moonlight pale we sail away with a pea green sail in a shade of the mountains brown. They sailed to the western sea they did to a land all covered with trees and they bought an owl and a useful cart and a pound of rice and a cranberry tart and a hive of silvery bees and they bought a pig and some green jackdaws and a lovely monkey with a lollipop paws and 40 bottles of ring-burry and no end of stilt and cheese and in 20 years they all came back in 20 years or more and everyone said how tall they've grown for they've been to the lakes and a horrible zone and the hills of the chinkley bore and they drank the health and gave them a feast of dumplings made of beautiful yeast and everyone said if we only live we too will go to the sea in a sieve to the hills of the chinkley bore far and few far and few are the lands where the jumblies live the heads are green and the hands are blue and they went to sea in a sieve end of poem this recording is in the public domain the jumblies by Edward Leah read for Librevox.org by Eswa in Belgium in March 2009 they went to see in a sieve they did in a sieve they went to see in spite of all their friends could say on a winter's morning on a stormy day in a sieve they went to see and when the sieve turned round and round and everyone cried you'll be drowned they called aloud our sieve ain't big but we don't care a button we don't care a fig in a sieve we'll go to sea far and few far and few are the lands where the jumblies live their heads are green and their hands are blue and they went to see in a sieve they sailed away in a sieve they did in a sieve they sailed so fast with only a beautiful pea green veil tied with a ribbon by way of a sail to a small tobacco pipe mast and everyone said who saw them go oh won't they be soon upset you know for the sky is dark and the voyage is long and happen what makes extremely wrong in a sieve to sail so fast the water it soon came in it did the water it soon came in so to keep them dry they wrapped their feet in a pinky paper all folded neat and they fasten it down with a pin and they passed the night in a crockery jar and each of them said how wise we are though the sky be dark and the voyage belong yet we never can think we will rush or run while rounding our sieve with spin and all night long they sailed away and when the sun went down they whistled and wobbled a moony song to the echoing sound of a coppery gong in the shade of the mountains brown oh timbaloo how happy we are when we live in a sieve and the crockery jar and all night long in the moonlight bell we sail away with a pea green seal in the shade of the mountains brown they sailed to the western sea they did to a land all covered with trees and they bought a knoll and a useful cart and a pound of rice and a cranberry tart and a hive of silvery bees and they bought a pig and some green jackdaws and a lovely monkey with lollipop paws and 40 bottles of ringbow rea and no end of stilton cheese and in 20 years they all came back in 20 years or more and everyone said how tall they've grown for they've been to the lakes and the terrible zone and the hills of the chancley bore and they drank their health and gave them a feast of dumplings made of beautiful yeast and everyone said if we only live we too will go to see in a sieve to the hills of the chancley bore far and few far and few are the lands where the jumblies live their heads are green and their hands are blue and they went to see in a sieve end of poem this recording is in the public domain the jumblies by edward lear read for librae fox dot org by lucy perry they went to see in a sieve they did in a sieve they went to see in spite of all their friends could say on a winter's morning on a stormy day in a sieve they went to see and when the sieve turned round and round and everyone cried you'll all be drowned they called aloud our sieve ain't big but we don't care a button we don't care a fig in a sieve we'll go to see far and few and far and few are the lands where the jumblies live their heads are green and their hands are blue and they went to see in a sieve they sailed away in a sieve they did in a sieve they sailed so fast with only a beautiful pea green veil tied with a ribbon by way of a sail to a small tobacco pipe mast and everyone said who saw them go oh when they'd be soon upset you know for the sky is dark and the voyage is long and happen what may it's extremely wrong in a sieve to sail so fast the water it soon came in it did the water it soon came in so to keep them dry they wrapped their feet in a pinky paper all folded neat and fastened it down with a pin and they passed the night in a crockery jar and each of them said how wise we are though the sky be dark and the voyage be long yet we never can think we were rash or wrong while round in our sieve we spin and all night long they sailed away and when the sun went down they whistled and warbled a moony song to the echoing sound of a coppery gong in the shade of the mountains brown oh tin blue how happy we are when we live in a sieve and a crockery jar and all night long in the moonlight pale we sail away with a pea green sail in the shade of the mountains brown they sailed to the western sea they did to a land all covered with trees and they bought an owl and a useful cart and a pound of rice and a cranberry tart and a hive of silvery bees and they bought a pig with some green jackdaws and a lovely monkey with lollipop paws and 40 bottles of ring beret and no end of stilton cheese and in 20 years they all came back in 20 years or more and everyone said how tall they've grown for they've been to the lakes and the horrible zone and the hills of the chankley bore and they drank to their health and gave them a feast of dunklings made of beautiful yeast and everyone said if we only live we too will go to see in a sieve to the hills of the chankley bore far and few far and few are the land where the jumblies live their heads are green their hands are blue and they went to see in a sieve end of poem this recording is in the public domain the jumblies by edward leer read for lebervox.org by mark smith they went to see in a sieve they did in a sieve they went to see in spite of all their friends could say on a winter's mourn on a stormy day in a sieve they went to see and when the sieve turned round and round and everyone cried you'll be drowned they called aloud our sieve ain't big but we don't care a button we don't care a fig in a sieve we'll go to see far and few far and few are the lands where the jumblies live their heads are green and their hands are blue and they went to see in a sieve they sailed away in a sieve they did in a sieve they sailed so fast with only a beautiful pea green veil tied with a ribbon by way of a sail to a small tobacco pipe mast and everyone said who saw them go oh won't they soon be upset you know for the sky is dark and the voyage is long and happened what may it's extremely wrong in a sieve to sail so fast the water it soon came in it did the water it soon came in so to keep them dry they wrapped their feet in a pinky paper all folded neat and they fastened it down with a pin and they passed the night in a crockery jar and each of them said how wise we are though the sky be dark and the voyage be long yet we never can think we were rash or wrong while round in our sieve we spin and all night long they sailed away and when the sun went down they whistled and wobbled a mooney song to the echoing sound of a coppery gong in the shade of the mountains brown oh tim blue how happy we are when we live in a sieve and a crockery jar and all night long in the moonlight pale we sail away with a pea green sail in the shade of the mountains brown they sailed to the western sea they did to a land all covered with trees and they bought an owl and a useful cart and a pound of rice and a cranberry tart and a hive of silvery bees and they bought a pig and some green jackdaws and a lovely monkey with lollipop paws and forty barrels of ring-bow-ree and no end of stilt and cheese and in twenty years they all came back in twenty years or more and everyone said how tall they've grown for they've been to the lakes and the tolerable zone and the hills of the chinkley bore and they drank their health and gave them a feast of dumplings made of beautiful yeast and everyone said if we only live we too will go to see in a sieve to the hills of the chinkley bore far and few far and few are the lands where the jumblies live their heads are green and their hands are blue and they went to see in a sieve end of poem this recording is in the public domain the jumblies by edward lear read for libervox.org by ronda fetterman they went to see in a sieve they did in a sieve they went to see in spite of all their friends could say on a winter's morn on a stormy day in a sieve they went to see and when the sieve turned round and round and everyone cried you'll be drowned they called aloud our sieve ain't big but we don't care a button we don't care a fig in a sieve we'll go to see far and few far and few are the lands where the jumblies live their heads are green and their hands are blue and they went to see in a sieve they sailed away in a sieve they did in a sieve they sailed so fast with only a beautiful pea green veil tied with a ribbon by way of a sail to a small tobacco pipe mast and everyone said who saw them go oh won't they be soon upset you know for the sky is dark and the voyage is long and happen what may it's extremely wrong in a sieve to sail so fast the water it soon came in it did the water it soon came in so to keep them dry they wrapped their feet in a pinky paper all folded neat and they fastened it down with a pin and they passed the night in a crockery jar and each of them said how wise we are though the sky be dark and the voyage belong yet we never can think we were rash or wrong while round in our sieve we spin and all night long they sailed away and when the sun went down they whistled and warbled a moony song to the echoing sound of a coppery gong in the shade of the mountains brown oh timbaloo how happy we are when we live in a sieve and a crockery jar and all night long in the moonlight pale we sail away with a pea green sail in the shade of the mountains brown they sailed to the western sea they did to a land all covered with trees and they bought an owl and a useful cart and a pound of rice and a cranberry tart and a hive of silvery bees and they bought a pig and some green jackdaws and a lovely monkey with lollipop paws and 40 bottles of ringbow rea and no end of stilton cheese and in 20 years they all came back in 20 years or more and everyone said how tall they've grown for they've been to the lakes and the tolerable zone and the hills of the chankley bore and they drank their health and gave them a feast of dumplings made of beautiful yeast and everyone said if we only live we too will go to see in a sieve to the hills of the chankley bore far and few far and few are the lands where the jumblies live their heads are green and their hands are blue and they went to see in a sieve end of poem this recordings in the public domain the jumblies by edward lear read for LibriVox.org by Ruth Golding they went to see in a sieve they did in a sieve they went to see in spite of all their friends could say on a winter's morn on a stormy day in a sieve they went to see and when the sieve turned round and round and everyone cried you will be drowned they called aloud our sieve ain't big but we don't care a button we don't care a fig in a sieve we'll go to see far and few far and few are the lands where the jumblies live their heads are green and their hands are blue and they went to see in a sieve they sailed away in a sieve they did in a sieve they sailed so fast with only a beautiful pea green veil tied with a ribbon by way of a sail to a small tobacco pipe mast and everyone said who saw them go oh won't they be soon upset you know for the sky is dark and the voyage is long and happen what may it's extremely wrong in a sieve to sail so fast the water it soon came in it did the water it soon came in so to keep them dry they wrapped their feet in a pinky paper all folded neat and they fastened it down with a pin and they passed the night in a crockery jar and each of them said how wise we are though the sky be dark and the voyage be long yet we never can think we were rash or wrong while round in our sieve we spin and all night long they sailed away and when the sun went down they whistled and wobbled a moony song to the echoing sound of a coppery gong in the shade of the mountains brown oh timbaloo how happy we are when we live in a sieve and a crockery jar and all night long in the moonlight pale we sail away with a pea green sail in the shade of the mountains brown they sailed to the western sea they did to a land all covered with trees and they bought an owl and a useful cart and a pound of rice and a cranberry tart and a hive of silvery bees and they bought a pig and some green jackdaws and a lovely monkey with lollipop paws and 40 bottles of ring bone rea and no end of stilton cheese and in 20 years they all came back in 20 years or more and everyone said how tall they've grown for they've been to the lakes and the horrible zone and the hills of the chancley bore and they drank their health and gave them a feast of dumplings made of beautiful yeast and everyone said if we only live we too will go to see in a sieve to the hills of the chancley bore far and few far and few are the lands where the jumblies live their heads are green and their hands are blue and they went to see in a sieve end of poem this recording is in the public domain the jumblies by edward lear red for LibriVox.org by trisha g they went to see in a sieve they did in a sieve they went to see in spite of all their friends could say on a winter's mourn on a stormy day in a sieve they went to see and when the sieve turned round and round and everyone cried you'll be drowned they called aloud our sieve ain't big but we don't care a button we don't care a fig in a sieve we'll go to see far and few far and few are the lands where the jumblies live their heads are green and their hands are blue and they went to see in a sieve they sailed away in a sieve they did in a sieve they sailed so fast with only a beautiful pea green veil tied with a ribbon by way of a sail to a small tobacco pipe mast and everyone said who saw them go oh won't they be soon upset you know for the sky is dark and the voyage is long and happen what may it's extremely rung in a sieve to sail so fast the water it soon came in it did the water it soon came in so to keep them dry they wrapped their feet in a pinky paper all folded neat and they fastened it down with a pin and they passed the night in a crockery jar and each of them said how wise we are though the sky be dark and the voyage be long yet we never can think we were rash or wrong while round in our sieve we spin and all night long they sailed away and when the sun went down they whistled and warbled a moony song to the echoing sound of a coppery gong in the shade of the mountains brown oh timbaloo how happy we are when we live in a sieve and a crockery jar and all night long in the moonlight pale we sail away with a pea green sail in the shade of the mountains brown they sailed to the western sea they did to a land all covered with trees and they bought an owl and a useful cart and a pound of rice and a cranberry tart and a hive of silvery bees and they bought a pig and some green jackdaws and a lovely monkey with lollipop paws and 40 bottles of ring bori and no end of stilt and cheese and in 20 years they all came back in 20 years or more and everyone said how tall they've grown for they've been to the lakes and the torrable zone and the hills of the chinkley bore and they drank their health and gave them a feast of dumplings made of beautiful yeast and everyone said if we only live we too will go to see in a sieve to the hills of the chinkley bore far and few far and few are the lands where the jumblies live their heads are green and their hands are blue and they went to see in a sieve end of poem this recording is in the public domain the jumblies by Edward Lear read for LibriVox.org by Tommy Hercent Carlsbad, California spring 2009 they went to see in a sieve they did in a sieve they went to see in spite of all their friends could say on a winter's morning on a stormy day in a sieve they went to see and when the sieve turned round and round and everyone cried you'll be drowned they called allowed our sieve eight big but we don't care a button we don't care a fig in a sieve we'll go to see far and few far and few are the lands where the jumblies live their heads are green and their hands are blue and they went to see in a sieve they sailed away in a sieve they did in a sieve they sailed so fast with only a beautiful pea green veil tied with a ribbon by way of a sail to a small tobacco pipe mast and everyone said who saw them go oh won't they be soon upset you know for the sky is dark and the voyage is long and happen what may it's extremely wrong in a sieve to sail so fast the water it soon came in it did the water it soon came in so to keep them dry they wrapped their feet in a pinky paper all folded neat and they fastened it down with a pin and they passed the night in a crockery jar and each of them said how wise we are though the sky be dark and the voyage be long yet we never can think we were rash or wrong while round in our sieve we spin and all night long they sailed away and when the sun went down they whistled and warbled the moony song to the echoing sound of a coppery gong in the shade of the mountains brown oh tim below how happy we are when we live in a sieve in a crockery jar and all night long in the moonlight pale we sail away with a pea green sail in the shade of the mountains brown they sailed to the western sea they did to a land all covered with trees and they bought an owl and a useful cart and a pound of rice and a cranberry tart and a hive of silvery bees and they bought a pig and some green jacked owls and a lovely monkey with a lollipop paws and forty bottles of ring-bow-ree and no end of stilton cheese and in twenty years they all came back in twenty years or more and everyone said how tall they've grown for they've been to the lakes in the torrable zone and the hills of the chankley bore and they drank their health and gave them a feast of dumplings made of beautiful yeast and everyone said if we only live we too will go to see in a sieve to the hills of the chankley bore far and few far and few are the lands where the jumblies live their heads are green and their hands are blue and they went to see in a sieve end of poem this recording is an