Oh my love do you still recall The object which we saw That fair sweet summer morn Upon a bed of shingle That Its legs raised in the air Like some of the lustful woman Burning and sweating pest To view its noisome breast The sun shone down upon that putrescence As if to roast it to a turn So to repay to Nature What she had mingled there And the sky was the opening flower You thought to faint away Yet you will be like that To mould among the dead
[00:22.743] Oh my love do you still recall [00:28.214] The object which we saw [00:33.328] That fair sweet summer morn [00:37.692] Upon a bed of shingle [00:43.120] That Its legs raised in the air [00:47.972] Like some of the lustful woman [00:52.914] Burning and sweating pest [00:58.008] To view its noisome breast [01:21.912] The sun shone down upon that putrescence [01:27.090] As if to roast it to a turn [01:32.039] So to repay to Nature [01:36.876] What she had mingled there [01:41.923] And the sky was the opening flower [01:46.920] You thought to faint away [01:51.644] Yet you will be like that [01:56.517] To mould among the dead
