I Am Tired Of Cursing The Bishop, (Said Crazy Jane) Nine Books Or Nine Hats Would Not Make Him A Man. I Have Found Something Worse To Meditate On. A King Had Some Beautiful Cousins. But Where Are They Gone? Battered To Death In A Cellar, And He Stuck To His Throne. Last Night I Lay On The Mountain. (Said Crazy Jane) There In A Two-Horsed Carriage That On Two Wheels Ran Great-Bladdered Emer Sat. Her Violent Man Cuchulain Sat At Her Side; Thereupon' Propped Upon My Two Knees, I Kissed A Stone I Lay Stretched Out In The Dirt And I Cried Tears Down.