Ho and Sons' Coffin Makers
Heigh-Ho! Heigh-Ho!
Our mother measures em'
Our father builds em'
Heigh-Ho! Heigh-Ho!
And all the day we dig away,
In the ground is where we'er found,
Heigh-Ho! Heigh-Ho!
No dark damp lead for your dead,
We guarantee a hasle free delivery,
Heigh-Ho! Heigh-Ho!
You'll look so kiss-able,
You'll be unmiss-able,
Heigh-Ho! Heigh-Ho!
Heigh and goodbye from Ho and sons' Coffin Makers.
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