Oh ye who stray so far from home
Me who lay beneath the bone
Sing in three a tale atone

First a man when in Rome
Mother maiden should have known
Oh ye who stray so far from home

See a man mouth of foam
Oh silly corpse turned to stone
Sing in three a tale atone

Second heard a strained laced comb
Finally left all alone
Sing in three a tale atone

Last a child left on his own
Sent past an iron throne
Sing in three a tale atone

Lovers lost a quiet gnome
Son like mother all but grown
Oh ye who stray so far from home
Me who lay beneath the bone