All Gallows is past
And All Hallows is here,
Death succeeded by life,
Water followed by beer.
And the saints everlast,
In their Lord who is vast —
While the ghoulies are shown
To be substanceless fear,
Our oddments and ritual
But humanly queer,
And our dark superstition
A bit daft and quite dear.
For the holies above
And the mortals below,
Both bone dance and
Lung lift are but a show,
One points to the need
And the other the end —
Where we drove up the debt,
Where the Lord chose to spend.
All Gallows is past
And All Hallows is here,
Death succeeded by life,
Water followed by beer!
Sing a song to the saints,
And ye be of good cheer!
For All Gallows is past
And All Hallows is here!