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Said the hearse-horse to the coffin, / "What the devil have you there? / I may trot from court to square, / Yet it neither swears nor groans, / When I jolt it over stones. " / Said the coffin to the hearse-horse, / "Bones! "
Said the hearse-horse to the coffin, / "What the devil have you there, / With that purple frozen stare? / Where the devil has it been / To get that shadow grin? " / Said the coffin to the hearse-horse, / "Skin! "
Said the hearse-horse to the coffin, / "What the devil have you there? / It has fingers, it has hair; / Yet it neither kicks nor squirms / At the undertaker's terms. " / Said the coffin to the hearse-horse, / "Worms! "