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Won't you help support DayPoems? The Two MagiciansBy Anonymous17th CenturyChild Ballad 44 O She look'd out of the window White as any milk; But He look'd into the window As black as any silk. Chorus Hulloa, hulloa, hulloa, hulloa, You coal black smith! You have done me no harm You never shall change my maiden name That I have kept so long; I'd rather die a maid. Yes, but then she said, And be buried all in my grave Than I'd have such a nasty, husky, dusky, musty, fusky coal black smith A maiden I will die. Then she became a duck, A duck all on the stream; And he became a water dog And fetch'd her back again. Chorus Hulloa, hulloa, hulloa, hulloa, You coal black smith! You have done me no harm You never shall change my maiden name That I have kept so long; I'd rather die a maid. Yes, but then she said, And be buried all in my grave Than I'd have such a nasty, husky, dusky, musty, fusky coal black smith A maiden I will die. Then she became a hare, A hare upon the plain; And he became a greyhound dog And fetch'd her back again. Chorus Hulloa, hulloa, hulloa, hulloa, You coal black smith! You have done me no harm You never shall change my maiden name That I have kept so long; I'd rather die a maid. Yes, but then she said, And be buried all in my grave Than I'd have such a nasty, husky, dusky, musty, fusky coal black smith A maiden I will die. Then she became a fly; A fly all in the air; And he became a spider And fetch'd her to his lair. Chorus Hulloa, hulloa, hulloa, hulloa, You coal black smith! You have done me no harm You never shall change my maiden name That I have kept so long; I'd rather die a maid. Yes, but then she said, And be buried all in my grave Than I'd have such a nasty, husky, dusky, musty, fusky coal black smith A maiden I will die. DayPoems Poem No. 2486 Comment on DayPoems? If you are like us, you have strong feelings about poetry, and about each poem you read. Let it all out! Comment on this poem, any poem, DayPoems, other poetry places or the art of poetry at DayPoems Feedback. Won't you help support DayPoems? Click here to learn more about how you can keep DayPoems on the Web . . . Copyright The DayPoems web site, www.daypoems.net, is copyright 2001-2005 by Timothy K. Bovee. All rights reserved. The authors of poetry and other material appearing on DayPoems retain full rights to their work. Any requests for publication in other venues must be negotiated separately with the authors. The editor of DayPoems will gladly assist in putting interested parties in contact with the authors. |
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