My lord! Even old aunty here today 
black dress, darkest of shades and she looks great 
sweet scent, lilies and iris, it’s my day 
as I’ve got a date who will not be late 
My Lord! Before your priest 
I find myself 
sweet song, moving my soul in 
it’s embrace 
so long, old single days fare you well 
as I’ve got a date who will not be late 
I think he must have lost some weight 
I need a coin 
how sweet the sound of his 
deep voice 
I think he’s here to lead the way 
I feel so light 
let’s start my dance my darling, 
swing with style 
My lord! Even old aunty here today 
black dress, darkest of shades and 
she looks great 
sweet scent, lilies and iris, it’s my day 
as I’ve got a date who will not be late 
My Lord! Glad that my make-up doesn’t fade 
he comes riding the ferry ‘cross 
the lake 
Care on, I will be walking to my fate 
as I’ve got a date who will not be late 
I think he must have lost some weight. 
I need a coin. 
how sweet the sound of his 
deep voice. 
I think he’s here to lead the way 
I see the light 
let’s start my dance macabre, 
swing your scythe.