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Gabriel Grub's Song

Brave lodgings for one,
brave lodgings for one,
A few feet of cold earth, when life is done;
A stone at the head, a stone at the feet,
A rich, juicy meal for worms to eat;
Rank grass over head, and damp clay around,
Brave lodgings for one, these, in holy ground!

The Poems and Verses of Charles Dickens