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I'VE GATHERED THEM IN (THE OLD GRAVE DIGGER) (C.A. White) I've gathered them in, from the rich and the poor, I've gathered them in, still there's room for more. The tolling bell tells me now they come, I've dug it deep and my duty I've done; I've dug them deep thro' the snow and rain,- Death comes and goes, and comes again, And my spade and my pick thro' the churchyard have been And still I'm left to gather them in. I have seen the widows tears, Rolling down her cheeks so thin, And the father, gray with years, Still I'm left to gather them in. I'm here! I'm here! I'm here to gather them in. I've gathered them in, now they lay side by side, The father, the mother, the child, the bride. Yes, all soon will come to the grave diggers inn; The rich, the poor, He will gather them in. I've dug them deep, and I've been well-paid. Ah! Many souls to rest I've laid; My spade and my pick thro' the churchyard have been And still I'm left to gather them in. Oh, I've seen the orphaned child, Mourning for its only kin, Weeping, praying, nearly wild, Still I'm left to gather them in. I'm here! I'm here! I'm here to gather them in. @aging @work @death filename[ OLDGRAVE QX Feb07 |
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