Nails ne’er clean;

Hair ne’er sheen.

Hands ne’er smooth,

Language uncouth.

The gravedigger working

With everything but words;

He’s workin’ with the dirt

He’s got shovel in hand.

He’s movin’ the Earth

To put a dead man in the land.

He’s just a gravedigger,

A man doin’ his job;

A job without heart,

Rather without heart to still throb.