When under earth I too am laid, I hope they'll let my body be; I hope no person with a spade Comes excavating after me, To pinch my treasure—just @ ring—As if I were an ancient King, What close-time do you fellows. fix Ero on the dead you peg your claim? How long's allowed before the picks Ave free to start your gruesome game! Or does the question (this sounds odd) Turn on the dead man's view of God?
Must only Pagans yield their clay For only Christian hands to reave? And mayn't a Polynesian (say)
Come here and ask the Dean for leave Yo penetrate our Abbey's gloom And hoick Queen Anne from out he:
tomb?
To all the dead their equal due!
Yow'll die yourself one day, and then What if some Gyppie does to you The thing you've done to T.-Amen, And makes (if may be so blunt) Out of your corpse a paper stunt?
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.