He laid his hand on the iron chains, And he bade the Old Woman of Berkeley rise And the cold sweat stood on the cold cold corpse, She rose on her feet in her winding sheet, And a groan like that which the old woman gave She follow'd the fiend to the church door, His breath was red like furnace smoke, His The fiend he flung her on the horse, And away like the lightning's speed they went, They saw her no more, but her cries and shrieks And children at rest at their mother's breast, THE SURGEON'S WARNING. THE doctor whisper'd to the nurse, Now fetch me my brethren, and fetch them with speed, The parson and the undertaker, Let them hasten, or I shall be dead. The parson and the undertaker They hastily came complying, And the surgeon's apprentices ran up stairs The 'prentices all they enter'd the room, With a sly grin came Joseph in, The surgeon swore, as they enter'd his door,— 'Twas fearful his oaths to hear,→ Now send these scoundrels to the devil, He foam'd at the mouth with the rage he felt, Then out they sent the 'prentices, He look'd at his brothers with ghastly eyes, All kinds of carcasses I have cut up, So pray I have made candles of infants' fat, And my 'prentices will surely come, And I, who have rifled the dead man's grave, Bury me in lead when I am dead, My brethren, I entreat, And see the coffin weigh'd, I beg, Lest the plumber should be a cheat. And let it be solder'd closely down, That I may rise no more. If they carry me off in the patent coffin, Let the undertaker see it bought of the maker, And bury me in my brother's church, And, I implore, lock the church door, And all night long let three stout men To each man give a gallon of beer Powder, and ball, and blunderbuss, And eke five guineas if he shoot A resurrection man. And let them watch me for three weeks, My wretched corpse to save, For then I think that I may stink Enough to rest in my grave. The surgeon laid him down in his bed, His eyes grew deadly dim, Short came his breath, and the struggle of death Distorted every limb. They put him in lead when he was dead, And shrouded up so neat, And they the leaden coffin weigh, Lest the plumber should be a cheat. They had it solder'd closely down, For to carry him off in a patent coffin Would, they thought, be but labour in vain, So the undertaker saw it bought of the maker Who lives by St. Martin's lane. In his brother's church they buried him, They lock'd the door, and would not trust And three men in the vestry watch, To save him if they can, And should he come there to shoot they swear And the first night, by lantern light, But conscience was tough, it was not enough, So all night long, by the vestry fire, The second night, by lantern light, Through the churchyard as they went, He whisper'd anew, and show'd them two That Mister Joseph sent. The guineas were bright, and attracted their sight, They look'd so heavy and new, And their fingers itch'd as they were bewitch'd, And they knew not what to do. But they waver'd not long, for conscience was strong, And they thought they might get more; And they refused the gold, but not So rudely as before. So all night long, by the vestry fire, The third night, as by lantern light They look'd askance with greedy glance, And he look'd sly, with his roguish eye, And gave a well-timed wink, And they could not stand the sound in his hand, For he made the guineas chink. And conscience late, that had such weight, All in a moment fails, For well they knew, that it was true A dead man told no tales. And they gave all their powder and ball, And they drank their beer and made good cheer Then, though the key of the church door Was left with the parson his brother, It opened at the sexton's touch, Because he had another. And in they go with that villain Joe, They laid the pick-axe to the stones, |