Philip,

Is this what ye were wantin'?

The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out / The worms play pinochle on yer snout...

The ones that go in are lean and thin / The ones that go out are fat and stout...

Your eyes fall in and your teeth fall out / The worms come tumbling out of your snout...

If I'm nae mistaken, this sang appearit at th' end o' ane o' th' Pogues' recordings, sung wi' a voice straicht oot o' th' sepulcher. The singer was jynit by a wheezin' squeezebox an' a mournfu' chorus which said summat like "Be merry my friends, be merry...Ooooooh" (a ghastly groan). I've alsae haird it dane by Baby Gramps wi' a mair upbeat style an' a chorus o' Popeye-esque "la-la-las." I usit tae ken mair wairds tae it, but I'll hae tae dig deeper tae find 'em...aboot six feet ocht tae dae't!

Gabh spòrs,

--Cuilionn