 My Madonna by Robert Service Read from LibriVox.org by Alan Clare I hailed me a woman from the street, shameless, but o' so fair. I bade her sit in the model's seat, and I painted her sitting there. I hid all trace of her heart on clean. I painted a babe at her breast. I painted her as she might have been if the worst had been the best. She laughed at my picture and went away. Then came with a knowing nod a connoisseur, and I heard him say, "'Tis Mary, the mother of God!' So I painted a halo round her hair, and I sold her and took my fee, and she hangs in the church of Saint-Hilaire, where you and all may see. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. My Madonna by Robert Service Read for LibriVox.org by Clareca I hailed me a woman from the street, shameless, but o' so fair. I bade her sit in the model's seat, and I painted her sitting there. I hid all trace of her heart on clean. I painted a babe at her breast. I painted her as she might have been if the worst had been the best. She laughed at my picture and went away. Then came with a knowing nod a connoisseur, and I heard him say, "'Tis Mary, the mother of God!' So I painted a halo round her hair, and I sold her and took my fee, and she hangs in the church of Saint-Hilaire, where you and all may see. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. My Madonna by Robert Service Read for LibriVox.org by Daleybab I hailed me a woman from the street, shameless, but o' so fair. I bade her sit in the model's seat, and I painted her sitting there. I hid all trace of her heart on clean. I painted a babe at her breast. I painted her as she might have been if the worst had been the best. She laughed at my picture and went away. Then came with a knowing nod a connoisseur, and I heard him say, "'Tis Mary, the mother of God!' So I painted a halo round her hair, and I sold her and took my fee, and she hangs in the church of Saint-Hilaire, where you and all may see. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. My Madonna by Robert Service Read for LibriVox.org by David Starner I hailed me a woman from the street, shameless, but o' so fair. I bade her sit in the model's seat, and I painted her sitting there. I hid all trace of her heart on clean. I painted a babe at her breast. I painted her as she might have been if the worst had been the best. She laughed at my picture and went away. Then came with a knowing nod a connoisseur, and I heard him say, "'Tis Mary, the mother of God!' So I painted a halo round her hair, and sold her and took my fee, and she hangs in the church of Saint-Hilaire, where you and all may see. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. My Madonna by Robert Service Read for LibriVox.org by David Jakeway I hailed me a woman from the street, shameless, but o' so fair. I bade her sit in the model's seat, and I painted her sitting there. I hid all trace of her heart on clean. I painted a babe at her breast. I painted her as she might have been if the worst had been the best. She laughed at my picture and went away. Then came with a knowing nod a connoisseur, and I heard him say, "'Tis Mary, the mother of God!' So I painted a halo round her hair, and I sold her and took my fee, and she hangs in the church of Saint-Hilaire, where you and all may see. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. My Madonna by Robert Service Read for LibriVox.org by David Lomel I hailed me a woman from the street, shameless, but o' so fair. I bade her sit in the model's seat, and I painted her sitting there. I hid all trace of her heart on clean. I painted a babe at her breast. I painted her as she might have been if the worst had been the best. She laughed at my picture and went away. Then came with a knowing nod a connoisseur, and I heard him say, "'Tis Mary, the mother of God!' So I painted a halo round her hair, and I sold her and took my fee, and she hangs in the church of Saint-Hilaire, where you and all may see. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. My Madonna by Robert Service Read for LibriVox.org by David Barnes I hailed me a woman from the street, shameless, but o' so fair. I bade her sit in the model's seat, and I painted her sitting there. I hid all trace of her heart on clean. I painted a babe at her breast. I painted her as she might have been if the worst had been the best. She laughed at my picture and went away. Then came with a knowing nod a connoisseur, and I heard him say, "'Tis Mary, the mother of God!' So I painted a halo round her hair, and I sold her and took my fee, and she hangs in the church of Saint-Hilaire, where you and all may see. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. My Madonna by Robert Service Read for LibriVox.org by Isba I hailed me a woman from the street, shameless, but o' so fair. I bade her sit in the model's seat, and I painted her sitting there. I hid all trace of her heart on clean. I painted a babe at her breast. I painted her as she might have been if the worst had been the best. She laughed at my picture and went away. Then came with a knowing nod a connoisseur, and I heard him say, "'Tis Mary, the mother of God!' So I painted a halo round her hair, and I sold her and took my fee, and she hangs in the church of Saint-Hilaire, where you and all may see. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. My Madonna by Robert Service Read for LibriVox.org by Gemma Blythe I hailed me a woman from the street, shameless, but o' so fair. I bade her sit in the model's seat, and I painted her sitting there. I hid all trace of her heart on clean. I painted a babe at her breast. I painted her as she might have been if the worst had been the best. She laughed at my picture and went away. Then came with a knowing nod a connoisseur, and I heard him say, "'Tis Mary, the mother of God!' So I painted a halo round her hair, and I sold her and took my fee, and she hangs in the church of Saint-Hilaire, where you and all may see. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. My Madonna by Robert Service Read for LibriVox.org by John Scott Jones I hailed me a woman from the street, shameless, but o' so fair. I bade her sit in the model's seat, and I painted her sitting there. I hid all trace of her heart on clean. I painted a babe at her breast. I painted her as she might have been if the worst had been the best. She laughed at my picture and went away. Then came with a knowing nod a connoisseur, and I heard him say, "'Tis Mary, the mother of God!' So I painted a halo round her hair, and sold her and took my fee, and she hangs in the church of Saint-Hilaire, where you and all may see. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. My Madonna by Robert Service Read for LibriVox.org by Jeanette Selig I hailed me a woman from the street, shameless, but o' so fair. I bade her sit in the model's seat, and I painted her sitting there. I hid all trace of her heart on clean. I painted a babe at her breast. I painted her as she might have been if the worst had been the best. She laughed at my picture and went away. Then came with a knowing nod a connoisseur, and I heard him say, "'Tis Mary, the mother of God!' So I painted a halo round her hair, and I sold her and took my fee, and she hangs in the church of Saint-Hilaire, where you and all may see. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. My Madonna by Robert Service Read for LibriVox.org by Kristin Hughes I hailed me a woman from the street, shameless, but o' so fair. I bade her sit in the model's seat, and I painted her sitting there. I hid all trace of her heart on clean. I painted a babe at her breast. I painted her as she might have been if the worst had been the best. She laughed at my picture and went away. Then came with a knowing nod a connoisseur, and I heard him say, "'Tis Mary, the mother of God!' So I painted a halo round her hair, and I sold her and took my fee, and she hangs in the church of Saint-Hilaire, where you and all may see. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. My Madonna by Robert Service Read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett I hailed me a woman from the street, shameless, but o' so fair. I bade her sit in the model's seat, and I painted her sitting there. I hid all trace of her heart on clean. I painted a babe at her breast. I painted her as she might have been if the worst had been the best. She laughed at my picture and went away. Then came with a knowing nod a connoisseur, and I heard him say, "'Tis Mary, the mother of God!' So I painted a halo round her hair, and I sold her and took my fee, and she hangs in the church of Saint-Hilaire, where you and all may see. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. My Madonna by Robert Service Read for LibriVox.org by Lucy Bergenwin I hailed me a woman from the street, shameless, but o' so fair. I bade her sit in the model's seat, and I painted her sitting there. I hid all trace of her heart on clean. I painted a babe at her breast. I painted her as she might have been if the worst had been the best. She laughed at my picture and went away. Then came with a knowing nod a connoisseur, and I heard him say, "'Tis Mary, the mother of God!' So I painted a halo round her hair, and I sold her and took my fee, and she hangs in the church of Saint-Hilaire, where you and all may see. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. My Madonna by Robert Service Read for LibriVox.org by Mark Smith I hailed me a woman from the street, shameless, but o' so fair. I bade her sit in the model's seat, and I painted her sitting there. I hid all trace of her heart on clean. I painted a babe at her breast. I painted her as she might have been if the worst had been the best. She laughed at my picture and went away. Then came with a knowing nod a connoisseur, and I heard him say, "'Tis Mary, the mother of God!' So I painted a halo round her hair, and I sold her and took my fee, and she hangs in the church of Saint-Hilaire, where you and all may see. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. My Madonna by Robert Service Read for LibriVox.org by Mary Mack I hailed me a woman from the street, shameless, but o' so fair. I bade her sit in the model's seat, and I painted her sitting there. I hid all trace of her heart on clean. I painted a babe at her breast. I painted her as she might have been if the worst had been the best. She laughed at my picture and went away. Then came with a knowing nod a connoisseur, and I heard him say, "'Tis Mary, the mother of God!' So I painted a halo round her hair, and I sold her and took my fee, and she hangs in the church of Saint-Hilaire, where you and all may see. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. My Madonna by Robert Service Read for LibriVox.org by Robert Scott mojo move 411.com I hailed me a woman from the street, shameless, but o' so fair. I bade her sit in the model's seat, and I painted her sitting there. I hid all trace of her heart on clean. I painted a babe at her breast. I painted her as she might have been if the worst had been the best. She laughed at my picture and went away. Then came with a knowing nod a connoisseur, and I heard him say, "'Tis Mary, the mother of God!' So I painted a halo round her hair, and I sold her and took my fee, and she hangs in the church of Saint-Hilaire, where you and all may see. End of poem. This poem is in the public domain. My Madonna by Robert Service For LibriVox.org, narrated by Sean McKinley For the solemnity of the Assumption of Mary 2007 and the installment of Joseph E. Kurtz as Archbishop of Lowell, Kentucky I hailed me a woman from the street, shameless, but o' so fair. I bade her sit in the model's seat, and I painted her sitting there. I hid all trace of her heart unclean. I painted a babe at her breast. I painted her as she might have been if the worst had been the best. She laughed at my picture and went away. Then came with a knowing nod a connoisseur, and I heard him say, "'Tis Mary, the mother of God!' So I painted a halo round her hair, and I sold her and took my fee, and she hangs in the church of St. Hilaire, where you and all may see. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. My Madonna by Robert Service Read for LibriVox.org by Sarah Jennings I hailed me a woman from the street, shameless, but o' so fair. I bade her sit in the model's seat, and I painted her sitting there. I hid all trace of her heart unclean. I painted a babe at her breast. I painted her as she might have been if the worst had been the best. She laughed at my picture and went away. Then came with a knowing nod a connoisseur, and I heard him say, "'Tis Mary, the mother of God!' So I painted a halo round her hair, and I sold her and took my fee, and she hangs in the church of St. Hilaire, where you and all may see. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. My Madonna by Robert Service Read for LibriVox.org by Squidwash Lakova Found at Frisco-squid.logspot.com My Madonna I hailed me a woman from the street, shameless, but o' so fair. I bade her sit in the model's seat, and I painted her sitting there. I hid all trace of her heart unclean. I painted a babe at her breast. I painted her as she might have been if the worst had been the best. She laughed at my picture and went away. Then came with a knowing nod a connoisseur, and I heard him say, "'Tis Mary, the mother of God!' So I painted a halo round her hair, and I sold her and took my fee, and she hangs in the church of St. Hilaire, where you and all may see. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. My Madonna by Robert Service Read for LibriVox.org by Ted Doolittle www.thedoolittles.us-ted My Madonna I hailed me a woman from the street, shameless, but o' so fair. I bade her sit in the model's seat, and I painted her sitting there. I hid all trace of her heart unclean. I painted a babe at her breast. I painted her as she might have been if the worst had been the best. She laughed at my picture and went away. Then came with a knowing nod a connoisseur, and I heard him say, "'Tis Mary, the mother of God!' So I painted a halo round her hair, and I sold her and took my fee, and she hangs in the church of St. Hilaire.