There was a man of double deednWho sowed his garden full of seednWhen the seed began to grown'Twas like a garden full of snownWhen the snow began to meltn'Twas like a ship without a bellnWhen the ship began to sailn'Twas like a bird without a tailnWhen the bird began to flyn'Twas like an eagle on the skynWhen the sky began to roarn'Twas like a lion at my doornWhen the door began to crackn'Twas like a stick across my backnWhen my back began to smartn'Twas like a penknife in my heartnWhen my heart began to bleedn'Twas death, and death, and death indeedn