Please Mr. Gravedigger

[00:26.89] There's a little churchyard just along the way
[00:30.02] It used to be Lambeth's finest array
[00:33.14] Of tombstones, epitaphs, wreaths, flowers all that jazz
[00:36.98] Til the war came along and someone dropped a bomb on the lot
[00:41.85] And in this little yard, there's a little old man
[00:47.23] With a little shovel in his little bitty hand
[00:50.33] He seems to spend all his days puffing fags and digging graves
[00:54.88] He hates the reverend vicar and he lives all alone in his home
[00:59.45] "Ah-choo, excuse me"
[01:03.65] Please Mr. Gravedigger, don't feel ashamed
[01:06.47] As you dig little holes for the dead and the maimed
[01:10.72] Please Mr. Gravedigger, I couldn't care
[01:13.91] If you found a golden locket full of some girl's hair
[01:17.71] And you put it in your pocket
[01:20.64] "God, it's pouring down"
[01:23.16] Her mother doesn't know about your sentimental joy
[01:26.02] She thinks it's down below with the rest of her toys
[01:29.92] And Ma wouldn't understand, so I won't tell
[01:33.23] So keep your golden locket all safely hid away in your pocket
[01:38.91] Yes, Mr. GD, you see me every day
[01:42.67] Standing in the same spot by a certain grave
[01:48.22] Mary-Ann was only 10, full of life and oh so gay
[01:52.33] And I was the wicked man who took her life away
[01:56.43] Very selfish, Oh God
[02:00.68] No, Mr. GD, you won't tell
[02:02.85] And just to make sure that you keep it to yourself
[02:06.59] I've started digging holes my friend
[02:08.44] And this one here's for you
[02:12.19] "Lifted our girl, she apparently doesn't know of it
[02:19.17] Hello misses, thought she'd be a little girl
[02:24.18] Bloody obscene, catch pneumonia or something in this rain"
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