Her dress was all green
as green as her beads
which were woven in
the land of the Zulu.
She wore them red,
She wore them green
She wore them black
And also the white
We see in the land
Down below.
She cast a spell on the world
and then went to heaven
for that was whence she came
This tall grand swimmer of ours,
for she had swum against the cold
And heat of the Benguela.
Nobody knew her trick,
For she could win a man
By circling his neck
With these very beads
and say choice made,
man mine.
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