O, What use are they?
Whether you praise me,
Or abuse in heaps,
I in the sweet dream,
Or ugly nightmares,
Money name and gain,
Are for the living,
O, What use are they,
Aft I burried deep,
Save my Lord's mercy,
With me night and day,
Here, grave, and doomsday,
Oh dear here my call,
Before curtain falls.
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