Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren
Since o'er shady groves they hover
And with leaves and flowers do cover
The friendless bodies of unburied men
Call unto his funeral dole
The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole
To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm
And (when gay tombs are robb'd) sustain no harm;
But keep the wolf far thence, that's foe to men
For with his nails he'll dig them up again