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