原 文 歌 詞 | “Will you walk a little faster,”
said the whiting to the snail.
There’s a porpoise close behind me
and he’s treading on my tail.
See how eagerly the lobsters and the
turtles all advance,
They are waiting on the shingle,
Will you come and join the dance?
Will you, won't you, will you, won’t
you, will you come and join the dance?
“You can really have no notion how delightful it will be!
When they take us up and throw us with the lobster out to sea.”
But the snail replied,
“Too far, too far!”
and gave a look askance.
Said he thanked the whiting
but he could not join the dance.
Would not, could not,
would not, could not,
would not, could not, join the dance.
“Oh what matters it how far we go?”
His scaly friend replied
“there’s another shore, you know”
he said, up on the other side.
It is on the other side.
And the further off from England,
yet the nearer ‘tis to France.
Then turn not so pale, beloved snail,
but come and join the dance.
Will you, won't you,
will you, won't you,
will you come and join the dance.
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