To use a far more modern phrase, Atheist, that 'lot does my head in'!
No, I don't dislike it. Indeed, I find the structure very pleasing. It's just that my poor little brain is turned inside out by all of those insides and outsides :)
Perhaps it's because I'm the type of person who writhes or wriggles because, as Henderson/Strong wrote in the introduction to the piece, . . .
Ye who will not writhe nor wriggle
While I tell this story to you,
Will not look or act uneasy,
But will give your whole attention,
Without gaping, stretching, yawning,
While I tell this story to you;
Listen now, for I will tell it,
Tell it truly, as I told you,
As I told you I would tell it,
On condition, you remember,
That you would not writhe nor wriggle,
But would give your whole attention
Without gaping, stretching, yawning,
While I tell this story to you;
Listen now all ye, I pray you,
Hear this Song of Milkanwatha.