Song [Hoary Man, Hateful Man!]

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Title:     Song [Hoary Man, Hateful Man!]
Author: George Borrow [More Titles by Borrow]

From the Russian of Pushkin

Hoary man, hateful man!
Gash my frame, burn my frame;
Bold I am, scoff I can
At the sword, at the flame.

Thee as hell I abhor,
And despise heartily;
I another do adore,
And for love of him die.

Gash my frame, burn my frame!--
Nothing I will tell thee;
Man of age, man of rage,
Him thou'lt ne'er know from me.

Fresh as May and as gay,
Warm as Summer days he;
O how sweet, young and neat,
O how well he loves me.

O how him I carest
In the night still and fine;
O how then we did jest
At that grey head of thine.

[The end]
George Borrow's poem: Song [Hoary Man, Hateful Man!]

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