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Mother
What's in that cupboard, Mary?
/ Mary / Which cupboard, mother dear?
Mother / The cupboard of red mahogany / With handles shining clear.
Mary / That cupboard, dearest mother, / With shining crystal handles? / There's nought inside but rags and jags / And yellow tallow candles.
Mother / What's in that cupboard, Mary?
Mary / Which cupboard, mother mine?
Mother / That cupboard stands in your sunny chamber, / The silver corners shine.
Mary / There's nothing there inside, mother, / But wool and thread and flax, / And bits of faded silk and velvet, / And candles of white wax.
Mother / What's in that cupboard, Mary? / And this time tell me true.
Mary / White clothes for an unborn baby, mother, / But what's the truth to you?