Bury Me in the Potter’s Field

Bury me in the potter’s field
But please make sure I’m dead
I don’t want to wake up underground
When I should wake up in bed
Bury me in the potter’s field
Bury me good and deep
But slap me hard to make sure I’m dead
And not just fast asleep
Bury me in the potter’s field
Bury me in a box
But in case I’m not dead, put a hat on my head
And my feet in some warm woollen socks
Bury me in the potter’s field
Bury me in my pants
And please stick a big cork right up my bum
So I don’t fill up with ants
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