Here's mine:

Sam Jones (By Richard Thompson)

Me name is Sam Jones, and it's bones me occupation
Put your old hocks out for my consideration
Thirty years a bone man up and down the nation
Sam Jones deliver them bones

I've been among the shamrock and I've been among the thistle
I like it all picked over, clean as a whistle
No sign of meat and no sign of gristle
Sam Jones deliver them bones

And I've seen battlefields white with human ivory
Noble dukes and princes stripped of flesh and finery
When the crows have done their work they say that's the time for me
Sam Jones deliver them bones

And I even dream of bones when I'm lying very ill
Roomsful of skeletons a-dancing the quadrille
Rows and rows of skulls singing Blueberry Hill
Sam Jones deliver them bones

And if you're unburied the likes of me will find you
You're no good to worms but you might become the finest glue
We'll grind you up & spread you out as fertilizer too
Sam Jones deliver them bones

I've got an old lorry it's me old bone shaker
For the knuckle joints around your house, Ill be the undertaker
I'll come calling 'round just like the butcher & the baker
Sam Jones deliver them bones

Me name is Sam Jones and it's bones me occupation
Put your old hocks out for my consideration
Thirty years a bone man up and down the nation
Sam Jones deliver them bones