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THE WEARY WEDDING.
And whatten a thread is that to spin?
One with another.
It's green for grace, and it's black for sin,
Mother, my mother.
And what will ye strew on your bride-chamber floor?
One with another.
But one strewing and no more,
Mother, my mother.
And whatten a strewing shall that one be?
One with another.
The dust of earth and sand of the sea,
Mother, my mother.
And what will ye take to build your bed?
One with another.
Sighing and shame and the bones of the dead,
Mother, my mother.
