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Bury
me
in
the
old
churchyard
Beside
my
eldest
brother
.
My
coffin
shall
be
black
,
Six
angels
at
my
back
,
Two
to
sing
and
two
to
pray
And
two
to
carry
my
soul
away
.
How
beautiful
and
sad
that
was
!
How
beautiful
the
words
were
where
they
said
BURY
ME
IN
THE
OLD
CHURCHYARD
!
A
tremor
passed
over
his
body
.
How
sad
and
how
beautiful
!
He
wanted
to
cry
quietly
but
not
for
himself
:
for
the
words
,
so
beautiful
and
sad
,
like
music
.
The
bell
!
The
bell
!
Farewell
!
O
farewell
!
The
cold
sunlight
was
weaker
and
Brother
Michael
was
standing
at
his
bedside
with
a
bowl
of
beef-tea
.
He
was
glad
for
his
mouth
was
hot
and
dry
.
He
could
hear
them
playing
in
the
playgrounds
.
And
the
day
was
going
on
in
the
college
just
as
if
he
were
there
.
Then
Brother
Michael
was
going
away
and
the
fellow
out
of
the
third
of
grammar
told
him
to
be
sure
and
come
back
and
tell
him
all
the
news
in
the
paper
.
He
told
Stephen
that
his
name
was
Athy
and
that
his
father
kept
a
lot
of
racehorses
that
were
spiffing
jumpers
and
that
his
father
would
give
a
good
tip
to
Brother
Michael
any
time
he
wanted
it
because
Brother
Michael
was
very
decent
and
always
told
him
the
news
out
of
the
paper
they
got
every
day
up
in
the
castle
.
There
was
every
kind
of
news
in
the
paper
:
accidents
,
shipwrecks
,
sports
,
and
politics
.
