And leave behind an empty dish.
The crows and ravens do the same,
Unlucky birds of hateful name;
Ravens or crows might fill their places,
And swallow corn and carcases.
Then if their tombstone, when they die,
Ben’t taught to flatter and to lie,
There’s nothing better will be said,
Than that “They’ve eat up all their bread,
Drank up their drink, and gone to bed.”