For the help o folk in Medical School The word is pit aroond That a body nae mair nor ten days old Can fetch ye a guid ten pound. O sad it is but true to say In our wicked warld o greed A man's worth nothing when alive But plenty when he's deid. CHORUS: An its doon the close an up the stair But and ben with Burke and Hare Burke's the butcher, Hare's the thief, Knox is the man who buys the beef. So in the dark o mony a nicht When aw guid folk are sleepin Alang the dyke and thro the kirk-yaird There cam twa shadows creepin And mony a man that's stark and cauld And safely laid away Niver thocht it was nae the last He'd seen the licht o day. But no content wi howkin deid - A ploy that aye gets harder - They cast their een on livin folk And start committin murder. And in the dark o the countryside Creeps a fearsome pair: Be ye man or wife or wean You're no safe from Burke and Hare. But noo Auld Reekie can sleep at last These twa will trade nae mair It's the gallows-tree for William Burke And a pauper's grave for Hare.
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