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THE GRAVEDIGGER, by            
First Line: God sends for every child born here below
Last Line: Then gently bury me with flowers above.


GOD sends for every child born here below
A little sexton skilful at his trade,
Who 'neath his master's feet aye plies his spade,
Where on some day he shall the man bestow.

Do you know yours? He may so hideous show,
To see the workman work you feel afraid.
For mine, he is in such sweet looks arrayed,
My heart to his control I freely throw.

A white and rosy child, with lips so suave,
He draws me with caresses to the grave.
A sweeter murderer you could never love!
Rogue, have you done? Make haste! the hour is nigh;
Another kiss--once more your shovel ply;
Then gently bury me with flowers above.





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