If by one
then by two
if by two then twenty
by twenty, one hundred and more
until she lain beneath the name
the guilty aspiring whore
the number it matter nothing to him
if by one or two or twenty
supply he has to last the day
the golden coin the honey
a trade they make for poverty sake
the king the whore the wife
the child repeat the heavy crown
and stand beneath the strife
hide the boy hind’ the wall
save danger build it tall
never to venture but question indenture
and listen the curious call
a sneak a crack a’lash the back
the beggar soon the prince
mind the father, run the chance
both dying ever since
now they Know each to other
king and prince and wife
and time it kills us all together
death the essence of life