Martha

SEXTON! Martha's dead and gone;

         Toll the bell! toll the bell!

         Her weary hands their labor cease;

         Good night, poor Martha,— sleep in peace!

         Toll the bell!

         Sexton! Martha 's dead and gone;

         Toll the bell! toll the bell!

         For many a year has Martha said,

         "I'm old and poor,— would I were dead!"

         Toll the bell!

         Sexton! Martha's dead and gone;

         Toll the bell! toll the bell!

         She'll bring no more, by day or night,

         Her basket full of linen white.

         Toll the bell!

         Sexton! Martha's dead and gone;

         Toll the bell! toll the bell!

         'Tis fitting she should lie below

         A pure white sheet of drifted snow.

         Toll the bell!

         Sexton! Martha's dead and gone;

         Toll the bell! toll the bell!

         Sleep, Martha, sleep, to wake in light,

         Where all the robes are stainless white.

         Toll the bell!