"Mother, oh, mother, I am so hungry.
give me bread or I will die."
"Wait, only wait, my beloved child,
Soon we'll go reaping in the morning."
But when the corn was gathered in
Still the child kept on crying,
"Mother, oh mother, I am so hungry.
Give me bread or I will die."
"Wait, only wait, my beloved child,
Soon we'll go threshing in the morning."
And when the corn was all threshed,
still the child kept on crying,
"Mother, oh mother, I am so hungry.
Give me bread or I will die"
"Wait, only wait, my beloved child,
soon we'll go baking in the morning."
And when the bread was baked
The child lay dead upon his coffin.
--
if music be the food of love,
tho' yet the treat is only sound.
Sure I must perish by your charms,
unless you save me in your arms.
---- Heveningham/Weichin Chen
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