grave,

Shall never have rest in my own.

“Bury me in lead when I am dead,

My brethren, I entreat,

And see the coffin weigh’d, I beg,

Lest the plumber should be a cheat.

“And let it be solder’d closely down,

Strong as strong can be, I implore;

And put it in a patent coffin,

That I may rise no more.

“If they carry me off in the patent coffin,

Their labor will be in vain;

Let the Undertaker see it bought of the maker,

Who lives by St. Martin’s Lane.

“And bury me in my brother’s church,

For that will safer be;

And, I implore, lock the church door,

And pray take care of the key.

“And all night long let three stout men

The vestry watch within;

To each man give a gallon of beer,

And a keg of Holland’s gin;—

“Powder and ball, and blunderbuss,

To save me if he can,

And eke five guineas if he shoot

A Resurrection Man.

“And let them watch me for three weeks,

My wretched corpse to save;

For then I think that I may stink

Enough to rest in my grave”.

The Surgeon laid him down in his bed;

His eyes grew deadly dim;

Short came his breath, and the struggle of death

Did loosen every limb.

They put him in lead when he was dead,

And, with precaution meet,

First they the leaden coffin weigh,

Lest the plumber should be a cheat.

They had it solder’d closely down,

And examin’d it o’er and o’er;

And they put it in a patent coffin,

That he might rise no more.

For to carry him off in a patent coffin,

Would, they thought, be but labor in vain,

So the Undertaker saw it bought of the maker,

Who lives by St. Martin’s Lane.

In his brother’s church they buried him,

That safer he might be;

They lock’d the door, and would not trust

The Sexton with the key.

And three men in the vestry watch,

To save him if they can;

And, should he come there, to shoot they swear

A Resurrection Man.

And the first night, by lantern light,

Through the church-yard as they went,

A guinea of gold the Sexton show’d

That Mister Joseph sent.

But conscience was tough; it was not enough;

And their honesty never swerved;

And they bade him go, with Mister Joe,

To the devil, as he deserved.

So all night long, by the vestry fire,

They quaff’d their gin and ale;

And they did drink, as you may think,

And told full many a tale.

The Cock he crew, Cock-a-doodle-doo!

Past five! the watchmen said;

And they went away, for while it was day

They might safely leave the dead.

The second night, by lantern light,

Through the church-yard as they went,

He whisper’d anew, and show’d them two,

That Mister Joseph sent.

The guineas were bright, and attracted their sight,

They look’d so heavy and new;

And their fingers itch’d as they were bewitch’d,

And they knew not what to do.

But they waver’d not long, for conscience was strong,

And they thought they might get more;

And they refused the gold, but not

So rudely as before.

So all night long, by the vestry fire,

They quaff’d their gin and ale;

And they did drink, as you may think,

And told full many a tale.

The third night, as, by lantern light,

Through the church-yard they went,

He bade them see, and show’d them three,

That Mister Joseph sent.

They look’d askance with greedy glance;

The guineas they shone bright;

For the Sexton on the yellow gold

Let fall his lantern light.

And he look’d sly with his roguish eye,

And gave a well-timed wink;

And they could not stand the sound in his hand

For he made the guineas chink.

And conscience, late that had such weight,

All in a moment fails;

For well they knew that it was true

A dead man tells no tales.

And they gave all their powder and ball,

And took the gold so bright;

And they drank their beer, and made good cheers,

Till now it was midnight.

Then, though the key of the church-door

Was left with the Parson, his brother,

It open’d at the Sexton’s touch,—

Because he had another.

And in they go, with that villain Joe,

To fetch the body by night;

And all the church look’d dismally

By his dark-lantern light.

They laid the pick-axe to the stones,

And they moved them soon asunder;

They shovell’d away the hard-press’d clay,

And came to the coffin under.

They burst the patent coffin first,

And they cut through the lead;

And they laugh’d aloud when they saw the shroud,

Because they had