Death he went a walking,
A walking did he.
He met a poor old lady,
So crippled was she.
"Come my pretty one,
Come with me.
I'll make you so spry as when you were young,
With a pretty blue eye and a tuneable tongue,
And a nimble foot,
So feel my cold breath,
And join in my merry dance", says Death.
Death he went a walking,
Away from his home.
He met a rich young farmer,
From market he did come.
"Come my jolly lad,
Come with me.
Now leave all your harvest your orchards and gold,
And join in my dance now before you get old.
Won't you dance with me,
And feel my cold breath?
And join in my merry dance", says Death.
Death he went a walking,
One morning in May.
He met three little babies,
Who in the meadow played.
"Come my little dears,
Come with me.
And you shall go dancing away and away,
As happy as daisies for ever a day,
And you won't know grief,
So feel my cold breath,
And join in my merry dance", says Death.
Death he goes a walking,
So far and so near.
He wanders all over,
But he does not come here.
"Come good neighbour Death,
And set me free.
For I lie in jail a-loaded with chains,
And starve in the straw where none heed my pains,
And I'll welcome Death,
And feel your cold breath,
And join in your merry dance", old Death.