Gravediggers’ Lament 1969 (Part 1)

Six feet deep and three feet wide,
I dig these funny ‘oles,
If I didn’t like work so flippin’ much
I’d leave it to the moles.

‘Ere it comes, the wooden box,
The tears they falls like rain.
They slings the bugger in the ‘ole,
An’ I fill it up again.

Then I gets the lump o’ stone
An’ dumps it on the top.
They keeps them buggers comin’ fast,
I wish they’d bloody stop!

One fing wot seems strange ter me,
An’ tha’s why don’t they wait,
Until they’ve got a tidy few,
Ter stuff in one big crate?