NOR MOURNING TO MAKE
The clock ticking ticking
the firewood crackling
no time for sorrow
nor mourning to make.
There’s stock to be fed
and muck to be spread
cloth to be dyed
and the waggon needs decking
Psalms to be written
the bells need ringing
bread to be baked
wine to be served and a funeral cake
The clock ticking ticking
the firewood crackling
no time for sorrow
nor mourning to make.