| Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. |
| Shovel them under and let me work -- |
| I am the grass; I cover all. |
| And pile them high at Gettysburg |
| And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun. |
| Shovel them under and let me work. |
| Two years, ten years, and passengers ask the conductor: |
| What place is this? |
| Where are we now? |
| I am the grass. |
| Let me work. |