Funeral Parlour Window

Little One

Mammy: Says the Little one:
There's a man lying on the stair:
Just go to sleep my Dearest One,
By morning he'll not be there.

Mammy, he looks like uncle John,
Except he's covered in red,
And why are your knitting needles
stuck in the back of his head?

That's not Uncle John, my Little One,
Uncle John's gone far away,
We'll sleep soundly tonight, Precious One,
He will never come back to stay.

There was no star or moon that night:
Just a dark and empty sky.
Little One slept in such deep peace
she didn't hear her Mammy cry.

This window display seemed to lend itself to this Ballad written by Donald Ker.