| ‘O cruel Death, give three things back,’ |
| Sang a bone upon the shore; |
| ‘A child found all a child can lack, |
| Whether of pleasure or of rest, |
| Upon the abundance of my breast’: |
| A bone wave-whitened and dried in
the wind. |
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| ‘Three dear things that women know,’ |
| Sang a bone upon the shore; |
| ‘A man if I but held him
so |
| When my body was alive |
| Found all the pleasure that life gave’: |
| A bone wave-whitened and dried in
the wind. |
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| ‘The third thing that I think of yet,’ |
| Sang a bone upon the shore, |
| ‘Is that morning when I met |
| Face to face my rightful man |
| And did after stretch and yawn’: |
| A bone wave-whitened and dried in the
wind. |