Martha

ON!

Martha's dead and gone;
Toll the bell! toll the bell!
Her weary hands their labor cease;
Good night, poor Martha,— sleep in peace!
Toll the bell!
Sexton!

Martha 's dead and gone;
Toll the bell! toll the bell!
For many a year has Martha said,
"I'm old and poor,— would I were dead!"
Toll the bell!
Sexton!

Martha's dead and gone;
Toll the bell! toll the bell!
She'll bring no more, by day or night,
Her basket full of linen white.
Toll the bell!
Sexton!

Martha's dead and gone;
Toll the bell! toll the bell!
'Tis fitting she should lie below
A pure white sheet of drifted snow.
Toll the bell!
Sexton!

Martha's dead and gone;
Toll the bell! toll the bell!
Sleep,

Martha, sleep, to wake in light,
Where all the robes are stainless white.
Toll the bell!