Here are a couple of stanzas that spring to mind:The men of the forest, they ask it of me How many strawberries grow in the salt sea And I ask it of them, with a tear in my e'e How many fish swim in your forest.
From "The Week Before Easter" Trad. Same melody as Birmingham Sunday.
You've taken what's before me, and and what's behind me You've taken East and West, when you wouldn't have me Sun, moon, and stars from my sky you've taken And God as well, if I'm not mistaken
From Donald Ogh - Trad. (Scots, I think)