There, old woman,
There shall you lie!

Deacon:
Let's hurry away
And never look behind
To see if her eyes
Are dead and blind,
To see if the quilt
Lies over her face--
Perhaps she'll groan
Or move in her place!

House:
The room is empty
Where the old woman lay,
And I no longer
Smell like a tomb--

Landlady:
Doctor, deacon,
Can you say
Who'll pay rent
For the old woman's room?

* * * * * * *

House:
The room is empty
Down the hall,