Hooded master,
Scythe in hand,
Take me now
Into your land.
I lay myself
Down at your feet,
My time is gone,
My bones are weak.
Hooded master,
Scythe held high,
Take me with you,
Pray I die.
Across the river,
I must sail,
Past other souls,
So lost and pale.
Hooded lord,
I beg of you,
I know not what,
But death, is true.
I've tuppence
For the ferryman,
So may my life
End by your hand.
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