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 Id died a three-night-old Been lost in my swaddling hand Id have needed but a span of doth A span more of wood, But a cubit of goof earth Two words from the priest Three verses from the cantor One clang from the bell
