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Dame Jane the music mistress, / the music mistress; / Sharkie the baker of Black Horse Lane, / At sound of a fiddle / Caught her up by the middle -- / And away like swallows from the lane, / Flying out together -- / From the crooked lane.
What words said Sharkie to her, / said Sharkie to her? / How did she look in the lane? / No neighbour heard / One sigh or one word, / Not a sound but the fiddling in Black Horse Lane, / The happy noise of music -- / Again and again.