Mother: What's in that cupboard, Mary?
Mary:   Which cupboard, mother dear?
Mother: The cupboard of red mahogony
        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?