| Lyrics: | The Photographer's Ballad
Well early Saturday morning, I was strolling in the
wood
I came upon a lady who by the wayside stood
And what, pray tell, would such a lass as
you be doing here?
I've come to take some photographs, said she as I drew near
Said
I to her, I do declare, this is a fateful day
For I have come to photograph, the same as you
did say
Then I took out my Nikon-F and placed it in her hand
She said that's quite a
camera, sir, you have at your command
My camera so delighted her, she could no more
delay
She let me see her camera case, wherein her accessories lay
I'm sure, she said, you
have most everything that can be bought
Just let me stretch my tripod out before I take some
shots
We photographed from haylofts, and up against the wall
If you've not shot on
Saturday night, you've not photographed at
all
She had her shutter open wide, for
daylight was all gone
Likewise my naked camera lens, it had its filter on
This lady
had experience with cameras, yes, indeed
And I thought her exposures the best I'd ever
seen
Although she seemed to tire not as on and on we went
I said I'll have to stop now, my
film supply is spent
She said I've had Mirandas, Yashicas and Rolleis
Hasselblad and
Pentax, likewise a Polaroid
Fujica, Canon, Nikkormat, a Kodak and the rest
But now I've
seen your Nikon-F, and surely it's the best
@bawdy @camera
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