Isn't It Grand, Boys?

Look at the coffin with golden handles
Isn’t it grand boys to be bloody well dead?
Let’s not have a sniffle,
Let’s have a bloody good cry
And always remember the longer you live,
The sooner you’ll bloody well die
Look at the preacher, bloody well santified (bloody sanctimonious)
Isn’t it grand boys to be bloody well dead?
Look at the choir boys, bloody castrati
Isn’t it grand boys to be bloody well dead?
Look at the widow, bloody great female
Isn’t it grand boys to be bloody well dead?
Look at the mourners, bloody great hippocrites
Isn’t it grand boys to be bloody well dead?
Look at the flowers, all bloody wilted
Isn’t it grand boys to be bloody well dead?
Look at the tombstone, bloody great boulder
Isn’t it grand boys to be bloody well dead?
Look at the whiskey, in buckets and bottles
Isn’t it grand boys to be bloody well dead?