When Mary’s ghost came stealing in,
And stood at his bed-side
O William dear! O William dear!
My rest eternal ceases,
Alas my everlasting peace
Is broken into pieces!
I thought the last of all my cares
Would end with my last minute,
But tho’ I went to my long home,
I didn’t stay long in it.
The body-snatchers they have come,
And made a snatch at me,
It’s very hard them kind of men
Won’t let a body be.
You thought that I was buried deep,
Quite decent like and chary,
But from her grave in Mary-Bone,
They’ve come and bon’d your Mary.
The arm that us’d to take your arm
Is took to Dr. Vyse,
And both my legs are gone to walk,
The hospital at St Guy’s.
I vow’d that you should have my hand,
But fate gives us a denial,
You’ll find it there, at Dr Bell’s
In spirits and a phial.
As for my feet, the little feet,
You us’d to call so pretty,
There’s one, I know, in Bedford-row,
The t’other’s in the city.
I can’t tell you where my head is gone,
But Dr. Carpue can,
As for my trunk, it’s all pack’d up
To go by Pickford’s van.
I wish you’d go to Mr. P,
And save me such a ride,
I don’t half like the outside place,
They’ve took for my inside.
The cock it crows- I must be gone!
My William, we must part!
But I’ll be yours in death, although,
Sir Astley has my heart
Don’t go to weep upon my grave,
And think that I’ll be there,
They haven’t left an atom there
Of my anatomie