Dorothy Parker - The Dark Girl's Rhyme lyrics

Who was there had seen us Wouldn't bid him run? Heavy lay between us All our sires had done There he was, a-springing Of a pious race Setting hags a-swinging In a market-place Sowing turnips over Where the poppies lay Looking past the clover Adding up the hay Shouting through the Spring song Clumping down the sod Toadying, in sing-song To a crabbed god There I was, that came of Folk of mud and name I that had my name of Them without a name Up and down a mountain Streeled my silly stock Pa**ing by a fountain Wringing at a rock Devil-gotten sinners Throwing back their heads Fiddling for their dinners Kissing for their beds Not a one had seen us Wouldn't help him flee Angry ran between us Blood of him and me How shall I be mating Who have looked above Living for a hating Dying of a love?