Rolling home after having a glass
(Or two) of both Carlsberg and Bass,
We were walking along
Singing a song,
When the graveyard we happened to pass.

Then Tom got a bright idea,
"Come on lads, let's go in here.
The stones we will scan
'Til we find the man
Who's the oldest."  we went with no fear.

Then Tom searching round by a tree
Said "look here lads. Come and see.
Here lies old Jones,
He made some old bones,
He lasted 'til age 83."

But I wandered by the church door
And called"Look here, it's old Silas Moore.
He lived just down the road,
He was a miserable toad,
But he made it to age 94."

Then Pete who had stayed near the Gate
Yelled "This one reached one-forty eight."
So thomas and me
Rushed over to see,
But that's what the marker did state.

"Get a light then," said Peter, "Don't talk."
So up to the stone we did walk.
And the glow from the flame
Revealed the man's name:
148 Miles from York. 

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Last updated: Tue, 14 Sep 1999.