My Friends Call Me Hebza

My friends call me Hebza

But my name is Mayar

I take the bread, they keep the candies

From the tourists in the bazar


My mother's a washerwoman

My father now is dead

To my grandmother and seven brothers

Home I bring the bread


My shirt has lots of stiches

And my vail is no longer red

I would have bought shoes

But they don't worth a piece of bread


When I grow, bride I be

With a husband, house and bed

To the children in the village

I'll send candies and loaves of bread

The End

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