I asked her,
What's your name,
Again, said I to her,
What's your husband's name,
Said she not,
Just kept on seeing,
Answering it not?
Just like a pantomime artiste
Said she,
Hinting about,
Spelling it not
As it would be a sin
To take the name of her husband.
Showed the tattoo on the arm
Of her hand,
Blackly inscribed upon
Revealing the name
Of her husband,
Forbidden to take.
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