Creeping through the kirkyard after dark A charnel sack and a pick upon the cart 'Hangs his coat on a' stone, his lamp and lunch nearby 'Takes a dram from the jug and a bite from ha'penny pie He rolls his sleeves and takes a last look round the kirk Pulls a pick from the cart and with a will he sets to work What ya' don't know'll never hurt ya' So settle up lads with the body snatcher He takes a penn'orth o' porter and a side 'n' slice of meat Soon the stiffs on the cart will be carved up just as neat Fresh 'n' firm that's how we like them It's a pleasure doing business with the doctor's boys You fine young gentlemen There they go, there they go again There go the resurrection men