My name it is Boraga and embalming’s me occupation
I’ll fish another corpse up for my consideration
So many years embalming in this cesspool of the nation
Boraga will embalm them bones
I find them in canals and a-lying beneath the thistle
I’ll take ‘em all picked over, clean as a whistle
Or nice and thick with meat and a little bit of gristle
Boraga will embalm them bones
I’ve seen battlefields white with human ivory
Noble lords and princes stripped of flesh and finery
Before the crows are done their job, they say that’s the time for me
Boraga will embalm them bones
And I even dream of bones, when I’m lying very ill
Rooms full of skeletons a-dancing the quadrille
Rows and rows of singing skulls beneath the Temple Hill
Boraga will embalm them bones
And if you’re unburied, the likes of me will find you
I’ll keep you from the worms that would like to eat you through and through
I’ll wrap you up nice and tight and find a use for you
Boraga will embalm them bones
Now I’ve got a barge, it’s me old boneshaker
Your skull down to your knucklejoints, I’ll be the undertaker
I’ll come calling round just like the butcher and the baker
Boraga will embalm them bones
My name it is Boraga and embalming’s me occupation
I’ll fish another corpse up for my consideration
So many years embalming in this cesspool of the nation
Boraga will embalm them bones
Boraga will embalm them bones
Boraga will embalm them bones