Because “it’s been your great desire
To wholly shun post mortem fire,”
And thus to save your “bakin’.”
Because you have this hope behind you,
Don’t think your master will not find you,
Tho’ deep in earth they have consigned you,
Beneath a lying stone.
When earthly things do fade from view,
And all the chances you’ve run through,
Then will the devil have his due,