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Monday, October 24, 2005

Vendor's Song

My songs to sell, good sir!
     I pray you buy.
Here's one will win a lady's tears,
     Here's one will make her gay,
Here's one will charm your true love true
     Forever and a day;
Good sir, I pray you buy!

Oh, no, he will not buy.

My songs to sell, sweet maid!
     I pray you buy.
This one will teach you Lilith's lore,
     And this what Helen knew,
And this will keep your gold hair gold,
     And this your blue eyes blue;
Sweet maid, I pray you buy!

Oh, no, she will not buy.

If I'd as much money as I could tell,
I never would cry my songs to sell.
I never would cry my songs to sell.

[Adelaide Crapsey (1878-1914)]
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