A
PARODY
ON
“MARY’s GHOST;”
OR,
The Doctors
AND
BODY-SNATCHERS.
A
Pathetic Tale,
WITH
Numerous Additions
NORWICH;
Printed by Christopher Berry, Chettleburgh’s Court, Rampant
HorseStreet, St. Stephen’s.
A PARODY
ON
“MARY’S GHOST.”
“’Twas in the middle of the night,
To sleep Young William tried;
When Mary’s Ghost came stealing in,
And stood at his bed-side.”
“O William dear! O William dear!
My rest eternal ceases;
Alas! my everlasting peace,
Is broken into pieces.”
“I thought the last of all my cares,
Would end with my last minute;
But though I went to my long home,
I did not stay long in it.”
“The body-snatchers they have come,
And made a snatch at me;
It’s very hard them kind of men,
Won’t let a body be.”
[Pg 4]You thought that I was buried deep,
Quite decent to the eye;
With roses growing o’er my grave,
In Dr-mm-nd’s Rosary.
But William dear, my rest was short,
It was not very chary;
Them boney-men, they did march in,
And bone away your Mary.
I wish you’d speak to Mr. D.
Who owes the patent ground;
And tell him that his patent graves,
Are neither safe nor sound.
I vow that his new land-of-tombs,
Made so genteel and pretty;
Is not a bit more safer than,
Old Tombland in the City.
Alas! it is a joint-stock-thing,
The shares are down so low;
E’re long they’ll break up all the banks,
Of Dr-mm-nd, Son & Co.
[Pg 5]My tender body was pack’d-up,
And in a sack did go;
To be a little body at,
Sir Dalley’s great depôt.
I was cut up as Stratford was,
And Y-ll-ly from Carrow;
Came stealing in—and stole away,
My brains and spinal-marrow.
I vow’d that you should have my hand,
But fate gives us denial;
You’ll find it there at Doctor Wr-ght’s,
In spirits and a phial.
How very hard my William dear,—
How very hard the loss is;...