Deacon:
But we dare not bury her
Till she's dead--

Landlady:
Come, young doctor
From the first floor front,
Come, dusty deacon,
From the fourth floor back,
You take her heels
And I'll take her head--

Doctor and Deacon:
We'll carry her
And bury her
If she's dead!

House:
They roll her up
In her old, red quilt,
They carry her down
At a horizontal tilt,
She doesn't say "Yes"
And she doesn't say "No,"
She doesn't say, "Gentlemen,
Where do we go?"

Doctor:
Out in the lot
Where ash-cans die,