The Hearse Song

Don't you ever laugh as the hearse goes by, For you may be the next to die.       They wrap you up in a big white sheet From your head down to your feet.       They put you in a big black box And cover you up with dirt and rocks. …

The Chateaugay Thaw, by Rev. Alanzo Teall Worden

A story is told of a traveler bold, In the days of the Hartford coach, In a big blanket rolled, for the weather was cold, Here he was just as snug as a roach. But the snow gathers deep as onward they creep, And the snow rising higher he saw. And the driver he cried …