Lake picture from Flickr: David Clark
She came from The Virginias and she settled in our town.
Her eyes sparked just like agates and her hair was copper brown.
Fanny Hooe, oh Fanny Hooe
Where oh where, did you go?
She settled at Fort Wilkins, to help her sister’s child.
She settled in the soldiers’ hearts whene’er they caught her smile.
Fanny Hooe, oh Fanny Hooe
Where oh where, did you go?
One night they sought young Fanny but found she had gone away.
The soldiers mourned her memory and call her still today.
Fanny Hooe, oh Fanny Hooe
Where oh where, did you go?
That’s a real challenge and so well met.
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Thank you.
Challenging, yes, but I also want to keep going. What sort of folk ballad ends at 99 words? 🙂
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True, the audience hasn’t had time to doze off yet…
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😀 I’ll have to add a few more for sure.
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Yes, keep going and answer the question. Where did she go?
Well done this 99, didn’t expect your words to rhyme.
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Thank you, D.; you are too kind. 😉
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This is great. I feel like we should all be dancing around a campfire accompanied by Ed Sheeran playing a fiddle. Or something like that.
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Thanks! I was aiming for a campfire song. 🙂
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Take your partner by the hand….
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Spin her down into the sand… 🎵
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If ever the Keweenaw needed a mini-ballad, here’s one in 99 words! Great tone and rhythm throughout, Chelsea.
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Thanks, Charli. Reading about it made me want to vacation there. 🙂
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It’s beautiful and feels like another world.
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No offence to other people who participated in this prompt, but I think yours is the most unique. Who’d have thought of writing a mini-ballad? You truly nailed it, Miss Owens.
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Why, thank you. 🙂 The idea came to me from reading even more about the lake. I could hear a lone man singing to a guitar in the starlight, passing down the legend of the lost woman to locals and tourists alike.
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You’re very welcome. And that’s a beautiful image you thought of.
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