The Photographers

The Photographers

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


Author: Grit Laskin

Sung by Pete Seeger


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