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?