Worm larder, worm scullery, bone house – a cheep, poorly made coffin usually with gaps in the woodwork.
Keep the sun and keep the rain
until my lover comes again.
Keep the stars and keep the sky,
I wish them well and say goodbye.
Keep my money and will to live,
I’ve finished now, no more to give.
I don’t care much for rotten life,
keep that too and keep the strife.
My lover is not coming soon,
so keep the clouds and keep the moon.
She’s lost her way, now I am poor,
devoid of love and pennies more.
Now keep for me worm larder’s hole,
three foot by six on grassy knoll.
Make it deep, forget the love
and place a granite slab above.