.On a Sunday morning
In a town near Montreal
A baby in a basket
Cried outside the convent wall
He had the eyes of the widow Johnson
And the station master's chin
And Sister St. Theresa heard him crying
And she took my baby in
When the shame inside me died
Then the moth.
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