The James T. Callow Folklore Archive
(sung to a funeral dirge)
The worms crawl in
The worms crawl out
The worms play pinochle on your snout.
(spoken in a hushed and fearful tone)
When you see a hearse go by
You may be the next to die.
They wrap you up in a big white sheet
And drop you down a couple of feet.
They eat out your eyes
They eat out your nose
They eat out the dirt that's between your toes.
When I hummed the melody of the dirge in this song and
asked Elinor if she had learned a children's song with
this same tune, she knew exactly the one I was referring
to, and repeated the one that I had learned, word for word.
Keyword(s): Death, Burial, Decomposition, Gore
|Subject headings:||Ballad Song Dance Game Music Verse -- Children|
Date learned: 00001950S