The graveyard is open all night
And it's lovely when people drop by.
There is no danger, so don't be a stranger;
We're bound to be in any time

Here's where the craic's to be found.
There's whiskey and Guinness, enough to go round.
If it's family or friends that you seek,
In the graveyard is where you'll eventually meet.

MoCushla, you'd make a lovely corpse,
So pass us a spade and we'll vacate a plot
MoCushla, you'd make a lovely corpse,
So kick off your shoes and join in the cemetery waltz

Come, gather round the tombstones
We'll tell you stories about our old bones.
Think that you've heard them all, there's always one more;
There's men dying round here who've never died before

Like old Owen who expired where he sat.
When they brought out the coffin he wouldn't lie flat,
So they bound him down with a rope round his chest,
Till the wake, when he popped up and startled the guests

And Aunt Phila had brothers and sisters galore
And she thought in her bones that she'd outlive them all,
When she heard her poor brother was ill
She bought a funeral coat; now she's wearing it still

MoCushla, you'll make a lovely corpse,
So pass us a spade and we'll vacate a plot
MoCushla, you'll make a lovely corpse,
So kick off your shoes and join in the cemetery waltz

And if when she's within the cemetery walls
Your daughter hears music she didn't before
There is no need to fret, we won't let her catch cold:
We'll tuck her in the soil with the stories we've told

And we'll steal her a stone, there's no need to behave
When the marble's piled high on the travellers' graves
You can visit her anytime, no cause for tears.
Drop her off at the gates and she'll walk home from here

MoCushla, you make a lovely corpse,
So pass us a spade and we'll vacate a plot
MoCushla, you make a lovely corpse,
Kick off your shoes and join in the cemetery waltz