| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
| |
| 570. Falstaff’s Song |
| | | By Edmund Clarence Stedman |
| |
| |
| WHERE ’S he that died o’ Wednesday? | |
| What place on earth hath he? | |
| A tailor’s yard beneath, I wot, | |
| Where worms approaching be; | |
| For the wight that died o’ Wednesday, | 5 |
| Just laid the light below, | |
| Is dead as the varlet turned to clay | |
| A score of years ago. | |
| |
| Where ’s he that died o’ Sabba’ day? | |
| Good Lord, I ’d not be he! | 10 |
| The best of days is foul enough | |
| From this world’s fare to flee; | |
| And the saint that died o’ Sabba’ day, | |
| With his grave turf yet to grow, | |
| Is dead as the sinner brought to pray | 15 |
| A hundred years ago. | |
| |
| Where ’s he that died o’ yesterday? | |
| What better chance hath he | |
| To clink the can and toss the pot | |
| When this night’s junkets be? | 20 |
| For the lad that died o’ yesterday | |
| Is just as dead—ho! ho!— | |
| As the whoreson knave men laid away | |
| A thousand years ago. | |
| |
|
|
|
