Gabriel’s Grub Song – Charles Dickens

Brave lodgings for one, brave lodgings for one, 

A few feet of cold earth, when life is done; 

A stone at the head, a stone at the feet; 

A rich, juicy meal for the worms to eat; 

Rank grass overhead, and damp clay around, 

Brave lodging for one, these, in holy ground!

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