All Men Stitched

All men stitched in a disheveled braid
with (whens) all leaving from whence they came
her (knew) cried rivers bled straight from me
Four One Two Three.

She had the sinch and ate the string
men penned a can’t (a dove by snow)
mother hens don’t see a thing
we do a (don’t) see how a (know)

When faltered him who heard the call
ducklings knew not free at all
so (downs) his (up) and timbers tree
Four One Two Three.