III
The boys they came crowding in fast;
They drew their stools close round about him,
Six glims round his coffin they placed— [6]
He couldn't be well waked without 'em,
I ax'd if he was fit to die,
Without having duly repented?
Says Larry, 'That's all in my eye,
And all by the clargy invented,
To make a fat bit for themselves.