Strophe

1   1|    mumbled by the hungry cold as bones are gnawed by dogs, stooped
2   1| disturbed the very marrow in his bones. ~To sit, staring at those
3   4|         iron, old rags, bottles, bones, and greasy offal, were
4   4| corrupted fat, and sepulchres of bones. Sitting in among the wares
5   4|         sure there's no such old bones here, as mine. Ha, ha! We'