Paroles de Burying davy

Bring out your weeping weeds
Put on your ten-pint bowlers
Bring out your weeping weeds
We're burying davy
We're burying davy

Gather the screws and spades
Oil up your mud-brown slicker
Gather the screws and spades
We're burying davy
We're burying davy

Who'll plane the old pine boughs?
Who'll set his legs uncrooked?
Who'll plane the old pine boughs?
For burying davy
For burying davy

Mother wept no tears
His brother grew unruly
Mother wept no tears
At burying davy
At burying davy

Bring out your weeping weeds
Put on your ten-pint bowlers
Bring out your weeping weeds
We're burying davy
We're burying davy