O she looked out of the window, As white as any milk; But He looked into the window, As black as any silk. Hulloa, hulloa, hulloa, hulloa, you coal black smith! O what is your silly song? 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 fetched her back again. Hulloa, & c. Then She became a hare, A hare all on the plain; And He became a greyhound dog, And fetched her back again. Hulloa, & c Then She became a fly A fly all in the air; And He became a spider, And fetched her to his lair. Hulloa, & c. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LIFE [AND THE FLOWERS] by GEORGE HERBERT THE SWAMP FOX by WILLIAM GILMORE SIMMS FALSTAFF'S SONG by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN TWENTY BLOCKS by EGMONT HEGEL ARENS EPITAPH by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES IN MEMORIAM, JOHN BURROUGHS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |