“The Photographers” – a ballad

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Sung to the tune of “Three Drunken Maidens” a traditional British ballad

© Grit Laskin – published with permission)

Early Saturday morning, while strolling in the wood
I chanced upon a lady who by the wayside stood
And what, pray tell, would such a lass as you be doing here?
I’ve come to take some photographs, she said as she drew near

Says me to her, I do declare, this is a fateful day
For I had come to photograph, the same as you did say
So I took out my Nikon-F and placed it in her hand
She said that’s quite a camera you’ve got at your command

My camera so delighted her, that with no more delay
She let me see her camera case, wherein her accessories lay
I’m sure, says I, you’ve got most everything that can be bought
Just let me stretch my tripod out before I take some shots

We photographed from haylofts, and up against the wall
If you’ve not photographed on a Saturday night, you’ve not photographed at all
She had her shutter open wide, for daylight was all gone
Likewise my naked camera lens, it had its filter on

This lady had experience with cameras, yes, indeed
And I thought her exposures the best I ever see’d
Although she seemed to tire not as on and on we went
Says I we’ll have to finish now, my film supply is spent

Said she I’ve had Minolta’s, Yashicas and Rolleis
Hasselblad and Pentax, likewise a Polaroid
Miranda, Leica, Nikkormat, a Kodak and the rest
But now I’ve had your Nikon-F, and surely it’s the best

One Comment:

  1. Sure, and so fine a lyric
    You really should be singin’ it
    I hope you’ll go, through ice and snow,
    To open mic be bringin’ it!

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