The World's Best Poetry, Volume 03…
“ She sang this "Song of the Shirt!" THOMAS HOOD. THE PAUPER'S DRIVE. There's a grim one-horse hearse in a jolly round trot— To the churchyard a pauper is going, I wot; The road it is rough, and the hearse has no springs; And hark to the dirge which the mad driver sings; Rattle his bones over the stones! He's only a pauper whom nobody owns! O, where are the mourners? Alas! there are none, He has left not a gap in the world, now he's gone,— Not a tear in the eye of child, woman, or man ”
