The Lorelai of Shalott.
Thursday January 15, 2009
Back in the days of knights in armor
There once lived a lovely charmer
Swimming in the Rhine—
Her figure was divine.
She had a most immoral eye.
They called her Lorelai.
Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Through the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four grey walls, and four grey towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shalott.
She wants to be like that gal on the river,
Who sang her songs to the knights passing by.
She had the goods, and how she could deliver—
The Lorelai.
She used to love in a strange kind of fashion
With lots of Hi, ho-de-ho, hey-de-hey.
And the Lady of Shalott weaves night and day
A magic web with colours gay—
—with all due &c. to Tennyson and the Gershwins