To die without a name to date the stone
I coldly drunk of vinegar and wine
In passion not to leave the age undone

Like flies from Egypt plaguing to the throne
Of Pharoah before cattle dropped in line
To die without a name to date the stone

Of seven wonders how the six in one
Half the tribe by mites been blained with the kine
In passion not to leave the age undone

As stakes of rare the better bleed to bone
Which off I ate to hail the ruling sign
To die without a name to date the stone

With darkness from the locust storm upon
All of the land lacked faithful to the nine
In passion not to leave the age undone

First born accursed to reap the father's own
As sons to shun who won often incline
To die without a name to date the stone
In passion not to leave thee a John Dunn