Oh Julie Claire was very fair, <br />Yet generous as well, <br />And many a lad of metal had <br />A saucy tale to tell <br />Of sultry squeeze beneath the trees <br />Or hugging in the hay . . . <br />Of love her share had Julie Claire <br />When life was lush and gay. <br /> <br />And then the village wealth to pillage <br />Came the Teuton horde; <br />The haughty Huns with mighty guns <br />And clattering of sword. <br />And Julie Claire had honey hair <br />With eyes of soft azure, <br />So she became the favoured flame <br />Of the Kommandatur. <br /> <br />But when at last the plague was past, <br />The bloody war well won, <br />We clipped the locks of every dox <br />Who dallied with the Hun. <br />Each wench with scorn was duly shorn; <br />Our Marie the shears would weld, <br />And Julie's head with ringlets shed <br />Was like a turnip peeled. <br /> <br />But of these days of wanton ways <br />No more the village talks, <br />For Julie Claire has wed the Maire <br />Who clipped her golden locks . . . <br />Nay, do not try to me I <br />Must suffer for my sins, <br />For all agree the Marie must be <br />The father of her twins.<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/julie-claire/
