O mother, O wife,in the country of Chance I am kingin a velvet cap.I had a mine and sealed the thingand save our money in trees,which cost a song and keepthe children company.
Dyingand desirecome to mein other things.I am falling intoa white sea, I amfierce as ivy and verybig with child.I expect to livebut continuein pain.So.
With the dog to see some poor childrenin tawny clothes sing.I give them five pieces in gold,a sound lesson upon the flagand a silver can of ham three stories high.