Sam Jones - Richard Thompson

　　Me name is Sam Jones and it's bones me occupation

　　Chuck your old hocks out for my consideration

　　Thirty years a bone man up and down the nation

　　Sam Jones deliver them bones

　　I've been among the shamrock

　　And I've been among the thistle

　　I like it all picked over clean as a whistle

　　No sign of meat on no sign of gristle

　　Sam Jones deliver them bones

　　I've seen battlefields whites with human ivory

　　Noble Dukes and Princes stripped of flesh and finery

　　When the crows have done their job they say

　　That's the time for me

　　Sam Jones deliver them bones

　　And I even dream of bones when I'm lying very ill

　　Rooms full of skeletons a-dancin' the quadrille

　　Rows and rows of skulls singin' Blueberry Hill

　　Sam Jones deliver them bones

　　And if you're unburied

　　The likes of me will find you

　　You're no good to worms

　　But you might become the finest glue

　　We'll grind you up and spread you out as fertilizer too

　　Sam Jones deliver them bones

　　And I've got a lorry it's me own bone shaker

　　Where's there old knuckle joints

　　I'll be the undertaker

　　I'll come calling 'round just like

　　The butcher and the baker

　　Sam Jones deliver them bones

　　My name is Sam Jones

　　And it's bones me occupation

　　Chuck your old hocks out for my consideration

　　Thirty years a bone man

　　Up and down the nation

　　Sam Jones deliver them bones

　　Oh Sam Jones deliver them bones

　　Sam Jones deliver them bones