I live with my family in Cock and Key Alley The year 1665 The son of a gravedigger gave me a trade A shilling a grave kept us alive ♪ But then the darkness comes As I greet the rising sun The pall of the black death hangs over me As I count the morning dead Their doors are marked with red The stench of miasma in the air From which the plague is fed ♪ The dogs and the cats have now been taken away There's nothing left to stop them so the rats rule the day My mother and brother are now locked up inside Along with my father who they tell me has died ♪ (Ring around the rosie) (A pocket full of posies) (Ashes, ashes) But then the darkness comes As I greet the rising sun The pall of the black death hangs over me As I count the morning dead Their doors are marked with red I'm certain that God has forsaken this place Where angels fear to tread ♪ The plague came and went that year in Cock and Key Alley A third of the population died My family were counted with the numbers of dead I dig their unmarked graves as I cry