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Every age, every fashion, and figure of Death: The death of the giant with petrified bones; The death of the infant who never drew breath. Little and gristly, or bony and big, White and clattering, grassy and yellow; The partners are waiting, so strike up a jig, Dance and be merry, for Death's a droll fellow. The emperor and empress, the king and the queen, The knight and the abbot, friar fat, friar thin, The gipsy and beggar, are met on the green; Where's Death and his sweetheart? We want to begin. In circles, and mazes, and many a figure, Through clouds, over chimnies and corn-fields yellow, We'll dance and laugh at the red-nosed grave-digger, Who dreams not that Death is so merry a fellow. Back Home |