Oh foo. This editor loses single newlines. I'll try again, punching twice after each line

I'm looking for an old camp long, ostensibly the Alma Mater of the "National Embalming School" The tune is a mishmash of tunes, some of them operatic. Here are some snatches:

To the tune of "O Tannenbaum" (AKA "Maryland my Maryland"):

For thee we live, for thee we die,

National Embalming School.

To the tune of the Toreador song from Carmen:

Take off his shoes and put him on the table;

[something-or-other] if you are able.

Can't remember which opera the tune for this bit came from (Anvil Chorus from ... maybe Forza del Destino?):

Oh, what an awful stink;

The body's out of season;

Drag out the glass jars [bis]

We've got to pih-ih-ickle him.

Can anybody supply it whole? (And, can't someone fix the editor?)