Have you ever thought as a hearse goes by
That one of these days you are going to die?
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Oooo Oooo Ooo Ooo
Where shall we be in a hundred years
 from now?
They nail you up in a wooden box,
And fill the gaps with stones and
 rocks,
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They lower you down on a rotten rope,
It's just your luck if the dam thing
 broke,
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The worms crawl in, the worms crawl
 out,
They crawl in thin and crawl out,
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Your eyes fall in, your teeth fall out,
Your brain comes drifting down your
 snout
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The moral of this tale belated,
Is-Don't be buried but be cremated.
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