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This poem is often wrongly thought to be by Robert W Service. It is published here to the memory of Hugh Antoine D'Arcy, its rightful father.
An Evening with the Bard of the Yukon, July 18 th 2003 at 20.30pm in the Town-Hall of Lancieux, Brittany.
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Published by Susan on 08/08/2003 (2136 reads)
'Twas in a village in Lorraine...

'Twas in a village in Lorraine
    Whose name I quite forget,
I found I needfully was fain
    To buy a serviette .
I sought a shop wherein they sell
    Such articles as these,
And told a smiling mademoiselle;
    'I want a towel, please.'

'Of kinds,' said she, 'I've only two,'
    And took the bundles down;
And one was coloured azure blue,
    And one was khaki brown.
With doubt I scratched my hoary head;
    The quality was right;
The size too, yet I gravely said:
    'Too bad you haven't white.'

That pretty maid had sunny hair,
    Her gaze was free from guile,
And while I hesitated there
    She watched me with a smile.
Then as I went to take the blue
    She said 'Non' meaning no.
'Ze khaki ones are best, M'sieu:
    Ze dirts zey do not show.'

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