Dirge

Prayer unsaid, and mass unsung, Deadman's dirge must still be rung: Dingle-dong, the dead-bells sound! Mermen chant his dirge around! Wash him bloodless, smooth him fair, Stretch his limbs, and sleek his hair Dingle-dong, the dead-bells go! Mermen swing them to and fro! In the wormless sand shall he Feast for no foul glutton be: Dingle-dong, the dead-bells chime! Mermen keep the tone and time! We must with a tombstone brave Shut the shark out from his grave Dingle-dong, the dead-bells toll! Mermen dirgers ring his knoll! Such a slab will we lay o'er him All the dead shall rise before him! Dingle-dong, the dead-bells boom! Mermen lay him in his tomb!