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The pall bearers bear the body and the body it is light |
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The pall bearers bear the body, it's food for maggots tonight |
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The pall bearers bear the body and they bear them with grief |
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Though each one of them is a liar a vagabond and a cheat |
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The pall bearers bear the body and it's real tears they cry |
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Though they're crying for themselves because they know they too soon will die |
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The pall bearers bear the body from the coal black hearse |
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They know each one of them bears the same gypsy curse |
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The pall bearers bear the body and they bear them with fear |
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They wonder if they too will be borne themselves this year |
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The pall bearers bear the body and they know they too must die |
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For upon each of them the same gypsy curse does lie |
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The pall bearers bear the body and the body it is light |
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There'll be food, there'll be food, there'll be food for the maggots, the maggots tonight |
