Resurrection Joe

Creeping through the kirkyard after dark
A charnel sack and a pick upon the cart
'Hangs his coat on a' stone, his lamp and lunch nearby
'Takes a dram from the jug and a bite from ha'penny pie
He rolls his sleeves and takes a last look round the kirk
Pulls a pick from the cart and with a will he sets to work

What ya' don't know'll never hurt ya'
So settle up lads with the body snatcher
He takes a penn'orth o' porter and a side 'n' slice of meat
Soon the stiffs on the cart will be carved up just as neat

Fresh 'n' firm that's how we like them
It's a pleasure doing business with the doctor's boys
You fine young gentlemen

There they go, there they go again
There go the resurrection men