You are blood of my blood," he said softly, "and bone of my bone.

One seldom thinks of these sacred laws; one seldom needs to; but they are bone of one's bone.

The body is blood of our blood, bone of our bone.

Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone, I thought.

They're flesh of our flesh, bone of our bone.

I wanted to remind her, "You have a daughter, flesh of your flesh, bone of your bone.

It is flesh of our flesh, and bone of our bone.

I am far beyond thinking, bone of my bone.

After all, the Yankees were their own people, bone of their bone, and their courage must be admired.

Blood of my blood,' he whispered, 'and bone of my bone.