Have you ever heard, have you ever head a churchbell moan

Have you ever heard, have you ever head a churchbell moan

It moans just like my baby she's dead and gone

Have you ever heard, have you ever heard that coffin sound

Have you ever heard, have you ever heard that coffin sound

It sounds just like my baby she's deep down in

the ground.

Spoken :

I got a little woman, you know. So beautiful, you know.

She went sick, she went sick Pick. It was a pity and a shame. She said: "Daddy". I said:

"Mama"

"Mama".

She said: "I'm gonna die. And when I die, when I die, you can have another woman. But

please, please, see that my grave is kept clean".

Pick Boy! I know you play the harp like a grave digger.

So, give me a good solo, boy!"

Every fourth day of July, every fourth day of July Every Declaration day, every declaration

day,

I climb to the graveyard and I clean my baby's grave And I clean my baby's grave!

Thank you Gerard! Thank you, Pick!