"Bury me at midnight in a silver moonlight spray!
Bury me at midnight, like the beggar's writer, Gay!
Light a thousand torches, hire grieving widows by the yard!
Demand that the highest bishop admits to feeling sad!"
Such were the sentiments - oh, most comically expressed!
Of a young forgotten poet whose name you'll never guess
I thought it would be spiffing fine to have my grievers dine sublime
By candle-light, on coffin-top, reading out such rhymes!
(Chorus)
Dig, dig, dig-dig-dig, dig deeper than a well!
Dig, dig, dig-dig-dig, dig straight down to Hell!
Dig straight down and never stop, never stop that dig!
Dig straight down & burst right in, we'll have a manic jig!
Of course, Dear Reader, I know full well that this shall ne'er come to pass,
For who will be left to carry me home to such a moonlight mass?
There will be no pall-bearers left alive in this feeble quest for grass
And I shall lie where I shall die - in this maddening, grave-robbing farce!
So dig me a grave where I can rave and scribble for all time
Dig me a grave where I can vent articulate splenetic rhyme
Dig me a grave where I can nurture a hatred most sublime
For the fools who made this mess and think it not a crime!
(Chorus)
Dig, dig, dig-dig-dig, dig deeper than a well!
Dig, dig, dig-dig-dig, dig straight down to Hell!
Dig straight down and never stop, never stop that dig!
Dig straight down & burst right in, we'll have a manic jig!
A crime against the English, a crime against the Scots!
A crime against the Welsh but we all drew random lots
Random lots for where we’ll fall beneath this foreign sky
Random lots for body parts we’ll lose – an ear, a leg, an eye
Bury me at daybreak in a dull bleached ochre dawn !
Scrape up my body parts that decorate the War torn lawn!
Note my rank and number, take care to write it down
Then dig a hole, light a fag and lament a fallen clown!
(Chorus)
Dig, dig, dig-dig-dig, dig deeper than a well!
Dig, dig, dig-dig-dig, dig straight down to Hell!
Dig straight down and never stop, never stop that dig!
Dig straight down & burst right in, we'll have a manic jig!
Hell yeah!
Bury me at midnight, like the beggar's writer, Gay!
Light a thousand torches, hire grieving widows by the yard!
Demand that the highest bishop admits to feeling sad!"
Such were the sentiments - oh, most comically expressed!
Of a young forgotten poet whose name you'll never guess
I thought it would be spiffing fine to have my grievers dine sublime
By candle-light, on coffin-top, reading out such rhymes!
(Chorus)
Dig, dig, dig-dig-dig, dig deeper than a well!
Dig, dig, dig-dig-dig, dig straight down to Hell!
Dig straight down and never stop, never stop that dig!
Dig straight down & burst right in, we'll have a manic jig!
Of course, Dear Reader, I know full well that this shall ne'er come to pass,
For who will be left to carry me home to such a moonlight mass?
There will be no pall-bearers left alive in this feeble quest for grass
And I shall lie where I shall die - in this maddening, grave-robbing farce!
So dig me a grave where I can rave and scribble for all time
Dig me a grave where I can vent articulate splenetic rhyme
Dig me a grave where I can nurture a hatred most sublime
For the fools who made this mess and think it not a crime!
(Chorus)
Dig, dig, dig-dig-dig, dig deeper than a well!
Dig, dig, dig-dig-dig, dig straight down to Hell!
Dig straight down and never stop, never stop that dig!
Dig straight down & burst right in, we'll have a manic jig!
A crime against the English, a crime against the Scots!
A crime against the Welsh but we all drew random lots
Random lots for where we’ll fall beneath this foreign sky
Random lots for body parts we’ll lose – an ear, a leg, an eye
Bury me at daybreak in a dull bleached ochre dawn !
Scrape up my body parts that decorate the War torn lawn!
Note my rank and number, take care to write it down
Then dig a hole, light a fag and lament a fallen clown!
(Chorus)
Dig, dig, dig-dig-dig, dig deeper than a well!
Dig, dig, dig-dig-dig, dig straight down to Hell!
Dig straight down and never stop, never stop that dig!
Dig straight down & burst right in, we'll have a manic jig!
Hell yeah!
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