(7 February 1812 – 9 June 1870 / Landport, Portsea)

Gabriel's Grub Song

Brave lodgings for one, brave lodgings for one,
A few feet of cold earth, when life is done;
A stone at the head, a stone at the feet;
A rich, juicy meal for the worms to eat;
Rank grass overhead, and damp clay around,
Brave lodging for one, these, in holy ground!

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he is not a good author & poet
this is repulsive i truly do not like it and will not be readin this again
Love it! I think most of us tinker about with graveyard and cemetery pieces; this one is brief and potent, tongue in cheek, with a barb on the quill.