| CHURCHYARD NUNCHEON |
| Oh, won't you come to tea with me? It could be so very nice, you see We could have cakes and toast, with all sorts of jellies And sundry other things to swell up our bellies I've found a nice spot, which is really quite pleasant If you don't fancy sweets, I've wine, bread, and cold pheasant We can set up on the slab of my Great Aunt Mariah Buried apart (from the family plot), like some unwanted pariah Do so be careful as you walk past the headstones For it wouldn't be sporting to jostle the dead's bones Try to be quiet and use a light tread For it's not very wise to waken the dead But child, why do you still stand at the gate? Come in straight away, and do not hesitate Do you not, as do I, love the dead folk my dear? Come in, let me teach you, you've nothing to fear The dead are quite harmless, if their sleep's undisturbed Tho' if they awaken, they become quite perturbed But it's not the cadavers for whom you should fear It's Lucifer's cronies, who always lurk near The demented ghouls, who believe themselves beasts Who dig up fresh graves for their carrion feasts Or the warlocks and witches searching for prizes The malevolent lillim, which come in all guises But that's all at nightfall, and it is still day The sooner we finish, we can be on our way To home, by the fire, sipping hot cider Leaving the dead to commune with the worms and the spiders |