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Babelfishing Poetry: "The Willow Night Moon, Little Jane"

Babelfishing Poetry: "The Willow Night Moon, Little Jane"

Hello, lovely to see you, so glad you've popped by my simple little blog!  You are just in time for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, poke and prod the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

This week's subject if the traditional folk song "Little Liza Jane" (listen to Earl Fuller's Jazz Band play the song here, or listen to The Preservation Hall Jazz Band perform the song here, or listen to Western swing band Bob Wills and his Texas Playboys play the song here, or listen to vocalist Nina Simone's rendition here, or listen to David Bowie's interpretation, as "Davie Jones with The King Bees" (his first record), here, or listen to a live performance by bluegrass great Bill Monroe & The Bluegrass Boys here, or listen to the Dirty Dozen Brass Band play the song (and don't mind the weird cartoon) here).  Enjoy. 

The Willow Night Moon, Little Jane

I don't know his son, Little Jane.
Jane southward until the end of Baltimore.
04:30, deported, died of a PC's child, easy.
Baltimore, on the ship on the sea, Jane A.

A church, Jean Little.

I am not beautiful, like Jane on the base plate.
Pretty girl, not yet a little shaking of Jane in the area.
When the sun goes down, they brought up all the smile, a little Jane saw his end.
The willow night moon, little Jane.

Hey, Church, buy; buy flowering of other true simplified.

Love Iron Jane Liu a little.
Jane Willow is about to end.

Our abstainers and Royal Tulip luxury, easy pleasing.

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