Mother they were lowering slowly into her grave
And the good priest was speaking on the happiness above
Here below where man was made to work and weep work and weep
We all must walk through evil lands and bales of suffering
Suddenly a shout blew the ceremony
The undertakers man came running and waved a piece of paper
Sir this bill, he sought to let the undertaker know, its not paid
Well stop the show, his master said
The gravediggers raised the corpse and waited patiently at hand
The priest hissed in some dismay, Is this quite the time or place?
Venomously father said, Well have the money Tuesday
The undertaker had to laugh, Well Tuesday shell be buried
Charity, wept the priest in utter disbelief
Father Angerblow, the undertaker said
This misses business man and that coffin is worth a lot
Open it up right away boys there are others who can pay
Here below where man was made to work and weep work and weep
We all must go through evil lands and bales of suffering