Oh! that you were born on Wednesday
then thou can doth as wednesday does
tis not thy fate to ply that road

Look away now child, fight not the cards
tis not your fate, tis not your fate
for only maidens wend to war and horses ride

for ye are the offspring of Wednesday
tis not your station to question wherefore
think not of it my child, let fate decide

It is tabooed to search for the eagle's nest
only they were borne to doth these things
thy worth, tis ransomed by thy skin
resplendent as a future past, that never beest

and lo that road was never walked
By him
Or her
Or we
Or they