The graveyard is open all night And it's lovely when people drop by. There is no danger, so don't be a stranger; We're bound to be in any time
Here's where the craic's to be found. There's whiskey and Guinness, enough to go round. If it's family or friends that you seek, In the graveyard is where you'll eventually meet.
MoCushla, you'd make a lovely corpse, So pass us a spade and we'll vacate a plot MoCushla, you'd make a lovely corpse, So kick off your shoes and join in the cemetery waltz
Come, gather round the tombstones We'll tell you stories about our old bones. Think that you've heard them all, there's always one more; There's men dying round here who've never died before
Like old Owen who expired where he sat. When they brought out the coffin he wouldn't lie flat, So they bound him down with a rope round his chest, Till the wake, when he popped up and startled the guests
And Aunt Phila had brothers and sisters galore And she thought in her bones that she'd outlive them all, When she heard her poor brother was ill She bought a funeral coat; now she's wearing it still
MoCushla, you'll make a lovely corpse, So pass us a spade and we'll vacate a plot MoCushla, you'll make a lovely corpse, So kick off your shoes and join in the cemetery waltz
And if when she's within the cemetery walls Your daughter hears music she didn't before There is no need to fret, we won't let her catch cold: We'll tuck her in the soil with the stories we've told
And we'll steal her a stone, there's no need to behave When the marble's piled high on the travellers' graves You can visit her anytime, no cause for tears. Drop her off at the gates and she'll walk home from here
MoCushla, you make a lovely corpse, So pass us a spade and we'll vacate a plot MoCushla, you make a lovely corpse, Kick off your shoes and join in the cemetery waltz