The White Hart

The White Hart

A Poem by Scott H.
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Hey nunny hey nunny

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“The White Hart”

 

The white hart was last seen

Way down by Fiddler’s Green

With a hey-nunny, hey-nunny

Where have you been?

 

The young hunter did go

With his lady love and his bow

And a hey-nunny, hey-nunny

She never would know

 

They went quiet through the wood

As two hart-hunters should

With a hey-nunny, hey-nunny

Look where she stood

 

She saw it by the creek

He told her not to speak

With a hey-nunny, hey-nunny

Men’s hearts are weak

 

It won’t come to a man

So go hold out your hand

With a hey-nunny, hey-nunny

All part of his plan

 

The forest grew dark

As she went down to the hart

With a hey-nunny, hey-nunny

Two sticks and a tarp

 

His bow had never been truer

As the arrows pierced through her

With a hey-nunny, hey-nunny

Her lips turning bluer

 

In kill-ardor he sped

To the blacksmith’s strong bed

With a hey-nunny, hey-nunny

The white hart was dead

 

© 2008 Scott H.


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Good write... a musical flow to the words. ;~)
Sallie Bear

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Oh geez!

A very good write!

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