Better It Would Be For Me
And Better It Would Have Been
Had I Not Been Born, Not Grown
Not Been Brought Into the World
Not Had to Come to This Earth
Not Been Suckled For the World

If I'd Died a Three-night-old
Been Lost in My Swadding Band
I'd Have Needed But a Span of Cloth
A Span More of Wood,
But a Cubit of Good Earth
Two Words From the Priest
Three Verses From the Cantor
One Clang From the Bell