PON ce bo!
Who is there, who?
Di le xi!
Dame Margarine,
Fa, re, my, my.
Wherefore and why, why?
For the soul of Ruby Sparrow
That was late slain at Carrow,
Among the Nunnės Black.
For that sweet soulės sake,
And for all sparrows’ souls,
Set in our bead-rolls,
Mater noster qui,
With an Ave Mari,
And with the corner of a Creed,
The more shall be your meed.

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