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Poem by Charles Kingsley


Lorraine


ARE you ready for your steeplechase, Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorree?
Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Baree.
Youre booked to ride your capping race to-day at Coulterlee,
Youre booked to ride Vindictive, for all the world to see,
To keep him straight, and keep him first, and win the run for me.
Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Baree.

She claspd her newborn baby, poor Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorrèe,
Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Baree.
I cannot ride Vindictive, as any man might see,
And I will not ride Vindictive, with this baby on my knee;
He s killd a boy, he s killd a man, and why must he kill me?

Unless you ride Vindictive, Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorree,
Unless you ride Vindictive to-day at Coulterlee,
And land him safe across the brook, and win the blank for me,
It s you may keep your baby, for you ll get no keep from me.

That husbands could be cruel, said Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorrèe,
That husbands could be cruel, I have known for seasons three;
But oh, to ride Vindictive while a baby cries for me,
And be killd across a fence at last for all the world to see!

She masterd young VindictiveO, the gallant lass was she!
And kept him straight and won the race as near as near could be;
But he killd her at the brook against a pollard willow tree;
Oh! he killd her at the brook, the brute, for all the world to see,
And no one but the baby cried for poor Lorraine, Lorree. 



Charles Kingsley


Charles Kingsley's other poems:
  1. Dartside, 1849
  2. The Red King
  3. The Sands of Dee
  4. Airly Beacon
  5. The Bad Squire


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