Carry

Her hair fell thick and raven black

Down her neck, onto her back

Such a shame, what a waste

All those men who made such haste

Traveling from across the sea

To use what they could find.

Wash their hands when they are done,

Nothing to it, just for fun.

Such a shame, what a waste.

Raven hair and pretty face,

Carries water from the sea

With strength that she could find.