The Red-Haired Girl and the Near-by White Horse.
Copyright, 1887, by Benj. W. Hitchcock.
Some people prophesy the weather,
And tell us by a certain sign,
When it will storm for days together,
Or when it surely will be fine.
But tell me, single ones, or wedded,
Why is it, when there comes in sight,
A nice young girl who is red-headed,
You next will see a horse that's white?
Oh! tell me the reason, I'm dying to know,
The fact it is queer and it puzzles me so,
I see this phenomenon in town or out,
It's driving me crazy beyond any doubt;
They both go in pairs, now, I'd like to know why,
Just watch when the dear girls are passing you by,
See one and your vision the other will cross,
It's a read-headed girl, then the near-by white horse.
I've asked my friends to tell the reason,
I've looked in books the same to find,
I've pondered in and out of season,
To see the cause I yet am blind.
This other fact likewise unravel,
Or else my life to grief you hurl,
Why when you see a white horse travel,
Why do you see a red-haired girl?-Chorus.
In theatre, or church, no matter,
It haunts me like a funny dream;
I hear a footstep near me patter,
I see two eyes upon me beam.
Like sunset clouds her flaming tresses,
And while I keep her still in sight,
I see what ev'rybody guesses,
That very famous steed so white.-Chorus.
I give it up, I cannot guess it,
This riddle is too hard for me,
My wonderment I can't express it,
It seems an awful mystery.
E'en when I find within the butter,
A red hair flaming to my sight,
I can't restrain my lips that mutter,
There! now I'll see a horse that's white.-Chorus.