The Ballad of the Old Grave Digger

His old flat cap and trusty spade,
He knew that he’d been blessed
For some poor souls had lost their kin
And would lay them here to rest
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His muscles ached he’d dug enough, he’d finish in the morn
His wife would put his supper in the oven, to keep it nice and warm
Six feet down he wiped his brow and took off his old cap
It wouldn’t hurt, who would know? he’d have a little nap
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Forty winks couldn’t hurt,
As he got himself comfortable in the dirt
Well forty turned to many more
As throughout the night he dreamed and snored
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Still half asleep, he stirred in the ground
As the Vicar and mourners gathered around,
But someone saw the tip of his spade
So they slowly closed around the grave,
Startled as one, they screamed and jumped back!
As out of the ground flew and old flat cap!…
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His wife was just glad to see him
As he relayed to her his strange story
They knew it was time to call it a day
He hadn’t covered himself in glory
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He soon retired and hung up his spade
But his reputation got bigger,
He would forever be known throughout the small town
As the sleeping old grave digger.