And the swans' necks snapped in unison. Through each of the valleys and ever anon. I am chased by the waifs and the hooligans.
I hide in the caves, but hither they come, they steal and they sneak through the heath; and as I lie broken, bent and alone . I have come to this wretched belief:
That over the aeons - through centuries passed - there are bones of all those that were lost; for they, too, were buried and left for the wolves in caves, that from life, they were tossed.
CRACK-A-DACK-DACK,
over my ears,
and the bullets leave holes through my head. Please, somebody come, and gather the bones, of me and all those that are dead.