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Powder and ball and blunder-buss To save me if he can,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.
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