Burying Davy - The Decemberists

Bring out your weeping weeds

Put on your ten-pint bowlers

Bring out your weeping weeds

We’re burying Davy

We’re burying Davy

Gather the screws and spades

Oil up your mud-brown slicker

Gather the screws and spades

We’re burying Davy

We’re burying Davy

Who’ll plane the old pine boughs?

Who’ll set his legs uncrooked?

Who’ll plane the old pine boughs?

For burying Davy

For burying Davy

Mother wept no tears

His brother grew unruly

Mother wept no tears

At burying Davy

At burying Davy

Bring out your weeping weeds

Put on your ten-pint bowlers

Bring out your weeping weeds

We’re burying Davy

We’re burying Davy