Love, Dishonor, Marry, Die, Cherish, Perish
The infant, named Margaret, had hair on her headThink and wild as a fire, and three times as red.The midwife, a brawny and capable whelper,Gave one look and crossed herself. ‘God about help her,’She whispered, but gave the new mother a smile,‘A big, healthy girl. Now you rest for a while. Opening Verse I always