Bury me with my cow, and brooches.
Lie us on our sides in the grave
with touching backs, repose reflections.
But do not cut her throat, nor brain her;
she will succumb in her own time,
and I will wait. The peat will see to it.
Bury me with my cow, and brooches.
Lie us on our sides in the grave
with touching backs, repose reflections.
But do not cut her throat, nor brain her;
she will succumb in her own time,
and I will wait. The peat will see to it.