| «The corporation of corpse-stealers, I am told, support themselves and Families
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| very comfortably, and that no-one should be surprised at the Nature of Such a
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| Society, the late Resurrectionists in St. Saviours, St. Giles’s and St.
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| Pancras churchyards, are memorable Instances of this laudable Profession.
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| «Anonymous A View of London and Westminster 1728
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| «Blest be ye man spares these stones, And curste be ye moves my bones» —
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| William Shakespeare’s epitaph 1616
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| Hare: Welcome to our nocturnal vocation
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| Disembalming we grimly extract the expired
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| Disinterring by lanthorn illumination
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| To fulfill anatomists' cadaverous desires —
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| Dr. Knox: Giving Nightwatchmen fits with the mortsafes you’ve picked Finding
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| fresh graves to dig, I must say it’s a hell of a gig
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| Chorus: Night work be done, the lifeless made graveless. |
| our prize to be won
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| Exhumed by torchlight, dead weight dead to rights
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| This night work, an unholy sight, undertaken tonight
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| Hare: A livelihood in death we scrape
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| Your casket vacant, corpse taken forthwith
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| From our fell spades you will not escape
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| Second coming ignominious, unclean and sick —
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| Dr. Knox: Wooden shovels and picks, from your tomb you’ll be nicked
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| Sink to new depths of sick, compunction cut to the quick
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| Chorus: Night work be done, the lifeless made graveless our prize to be won
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| Exhumed by torchlight, dead weight dead to rights
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| This night work, an unholy sight, undertaken tonight
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| Solo — Matthew Harvey
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| Dr. Knox: It's a dirty job, finding fresh graves to rob
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| Solo — Michael Burke
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| Dr. Knox: These are dirty deeds, six feet of dirt, dug dirt cheap
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| Solo — Matthew Harvey
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| Dr. Knox: It's a dirty job, finding fresh graves to ro
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| Toil as the casket’s slaves, death is our living wage
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| Chorus: Night work be done, the lifeless made graveless our prize to be won
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| Exhumed by torchlight, dead weight dead to rights
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| This night work, an unholy sight, undertaken this —
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| Night work be done, the lifeless made graveless our prize to be won Exhumed by
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| torchlight, dead weight dead to rights
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| This night work, an unholy sight, undertaken tonight |