When a Hearse Goes By Song
This Song is meant for Scouts BSA.
Decide for yourself if it is appropriate for your younger scouts or not.
Decide for yourself if it is appropriate for your younger scouts or not.
Lyrics:
Don't you laugh when the hearse goes by
'Cause you might be the next to die
They'll wrap you up in a clean white sheet
And put you down about six feet deep
They put you into a wooden box,
And cover you over with earth and rocks.
It's not so bad for the first few weeks
Until your coffin begins to leak.
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out
The worms play pinochle on your snout
They eat your eyes, they eat your nose
They eat the jelly between your toes
They eat your clothes, they eat your hat
They crawl in skinny, and crawl out fat
Your teeth fall in and your eyes pop out,
Your brains come trickling down your snout.
Then you turn disgustingly green
Your skin as slimy as whipping cream.
So next time you see the hearse go by
Watch out!
You may be the next (pause)
To (pause)
Die!
'Cause you might be the next to die
They'll wrap you up in a clean white sheet
And put you down about six feet deep
They put you into a wooden box,
And cover you over with earth and rocks.
It's not so bad for the first few weeks
Until your coffin begins to leak.
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out
The worms play pinochle on your snout
They eat your eyes, they eat your nose
They eat the jelly between your toes
They eat your clothes, they eat your hat
They crawl in skinny, and crawl out fat
Your teeth fall in and your eyes pop out,
Your brains come trickling down your snout.
Then you turn disgustingly green
Your skin as slimy as whipping cream.
So next time you see the hearse go by
Watch out!
You may be the next (pause)
To (pause)
Die!
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Comments:
Jul 06, 2017 - tracey thompson
OMG! I remember this from when I was a little kid, but I never knew the whole song - glad I found this page!
Jun 08, 2018 - mirandait was awsome
May 24, 2019 - Kaeil WinchesterWhenever I had a bully issue,
I'd just sing this to them and they'd get so creeped out,
that they'd run away.
Oct 31, 2019 - Laurence MillerI'd just sing this to them and they'd get so creeped out,
that they'd run away.
When I learnt this in England it ended with
The moral of the story that's been related
Is not be buried but be cremated.
Dec 22, 2020 - Gary A. EdwardsThe moral of the story that's been related
Is not be buried but be cremated.
I heard a ghost story for years at Camp Easton in North Idaho and wrote a song about it when I grew
up. It's called Avaleah. If you'd like me to send an mp3 file let me know. Here are the lyrics:
LEGEND OF AVALEAH
Avaleah was a woman
Lived on the mountains high
In the eerie moonlit nights,
you can her mournful cry.
It happened very long ago,
So the stories tell,
In the wilderness
where her noisy spirit dwells.
From the city she came gaily
With her husband to reside
In the hills of Idaho
Where the wild things abide.
But she couldn't stand the solitude,
Her patience was too taxed.
In the mournful lonely winter
She reached out for her axe.
Chorus:
Avaleah... Avaleah...
Is that your voice I hear?
Avaleah... Avaleah...
Did you leave your funeral bier?
Her husband's pleas did not abate
As she cut him up.
She gave his fingers, toes and arms
To the beasts for sup.
Her children three did not escape
They also felt the wrath
Of her insane fury
Cutting short their final breaths.
When spring brought it's peace
To the mountain top,
They found the grisly carnage
That death brought to a stop.
Avaleah had disappeared
Never to be found.
Now legend has an explanation for
the nighttime sound.
If you're out in the woods
And you hear a ghostly cry...
Perhaps it's Avaleah,
Whose spirit will not die.
LEGEND OF AVALEAH
Avaleah was a woman
Lived on the mountains high
In the eerie moonlit nights,
you can her mournful cry.
It happened very long ago,
So the stories tell,
In the wilderness
where her noisy spirit dwells.
From the city she came gaily
With her husband to reside
In the hills of Idaho
Where the wild things abide.
But she couldn't stand the solitude,
Her patience was too taxed.
In the mournful lonely winter
She reached out for her axe.
Chorus:
Avaleah... Avaleah...
Is that your voice I hear?
Avaleah... Avaleah...
Did you leave your funeral bier?
Her husband's pleas did not abate
As she cut him up.
She gave his fingers, toes and arms
To the beasts for sup.
Her children three did not escape
They also felt the wrath
Of her insane fury
Cutting short their final breaths.
When spring brought it's peace
To the mountain top,
They found the grisly carnage
That death brought to a stop.
Avaleah had disappeared
Never to be found.
Now legend has an explanation for
the nighttime sound.
If you're out in the woods
And you hear a ghostly cry...
Perhaps it's Avaleah,
Whose spirit will not die.
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