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The Kelly Song Collective
The Merry Gravedigger
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The day you’re born you start to die
So a merry digger of graves am I
I dig the earth with a rusty spade
Where ancient oak make pools of shade
I see the priest and the undertaker
And the boy in the box go to meet his maker
Family and friends adorned in black
I just smile and turn my back
Women wail and men console
I light a smoke and dig my hole
‘He died too young’ they always say
Not for me if I get paid
You’ve seen this show a hundred times
Headstones, grass and cars in lines
I’m the one you never see
I’ll look for you if you look for me
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© Michael Worthington Music 1996

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