Mother they were lowering

Slowly into her grave

And the good priest was speaking of

The happiness above

Here below

Where man was made to work and weep

We must walk

Through evil lands and vales of suffering

Suddenly, a shout

Blew the ceremony

The undertaker's man came running

And waved a piece of paper

"Sir, this bill,"

He sought to let the undertaker know

"It's not paid"

"Well, stop the show," his master said

The gravediggers raised the corpse

And waited patiently at hand

The priest hissed in some dismay

"Is this quite the time or place?"

Venomously, father said

"We'll have the money Tuesday"

The undertaker had to laugh

"Well, Tuesday she'll be buried"

"Charity!"

Wept the priest in utter disbelief

Father aimed a blow

The undertaker said

"Business is business, man

And that coffin is worth a lot

Open it up right away, boys

There are others who can pay"

Here below

Where man was made to work and weep

We must walk

Through evil lands and vales of suffering