What the Bullet Sang

"So shes here, your unknown Dulcinea, the lady you met on the train,     And you really believe she would know you if you were to meet her again"

"Im sitting alone by the fire,     Dressed just as I came from the dance,     In a robe even you would admire,     It cost a cool thousand in F"

"The skies they were ashen and sober,     The streets they were dirty and drear;     It was night in the month of October,     Of my most immemo"

"Beautiful! Sir, you may say so. Thar isnt her match in the county;     Is thar, old gal, Chiquita, my darling, my beauty?     Feel of that neck"

"Here morning in the ploughman's songs is met     Ere yet one footstep shows in all the sky,     And twilight in the east, a doubt as yet,     S"

"The Text is taken from Percy's Reliques (1765), vol. i. p. 71, 'given from two MS. copies, transmitted from Scotland.' Herd had a very similar bal"