Tombstone Carousal

Death to the living

Long life to the killers,

Success to sailor's wives

And greasy luck to whalers.

Crushed as the moth beneath thy hand

We moulder to the dust

Our feeble powers can ne'er withstand

And all our beauty's lost.

This mortal life decays apace

How soon the bubble's broke

Adam and all his numerous race

Are Vanity and Smoke.

Death to the living,

Long life to the killers,

Success to sailor's wives

And greasy luck to whalers.