There was an old woman
All skin and bone
Who lived near the graveyard
All alone

She thought she'd go
To church one day
To hear the parson
Preach and pray

And when she came
To the church-house stile
She thought she'd stop
And rest awhile

And when she came
Up to the door
She thought she'd stop
And rest some more

But when she turned
And looked around
She saw a corpse
Upon the ground

From its nose
Down to its chin
The worms crawled out
And the worms crawled in

The woman
To the preacher said
Shall I look like that
When I'm dead?

The preacher
To the woman said
We'll all look like that
When we're dead