Old Mrs Thompson down the road is dead.
The maids knew first from what the milkman said,
He heard on Sunday she was very bad,
And as they dust, they are sorry, stirred, and glad.

One day soon I shall die,
As still as Mrs Thompson I shall lie;
And in her house that April day
The maids of the new family will say
That Mrs Jones, who was me, has passed away.
They will know first, because the fish-boy heard;
And as they dust, be sorry, glad, and stirred.