Last year I posted a version of The Hearse Song that I sang as a kid. Many other people also remember this song. If you’re interested, you can read all the versions of The Worms Crawl in, The Worms Crawl Out that people sent me over the past year.
Meanwhile, I found one of the earliest places the line, “The worms, they crept in, and the worms, they crept out” was seen in print. It was in a ballad called Alonzo the Brave and Fair Imogine. The ballad is from a gothic romance novel published in 1796. The novel is called The Monk by Matthew Gregory Lewis. (At the time it was published, The Monk was banned for its explicit nature.)
The ballad of Alonzo the Brave and Fair Imogine tells the story of a young maiden who vows to love a warrior who’s going into battle. Even if he should die, she promises never to love another. To find out what happens when he does indeed die, read below! Here’s the ballad…
ALONZO THE BRAVE, AND FAIR IMOGINE
A Warrior so bold, and a Virgin so bright
Conversed, as They sat on the green:
They gazed on each other with tender delight;
Alonzo the Brave was the name of the Knight,
The Maid’s was the Fair Imogine.‘And Oh!’ said the Youth, ‘since to-morrow I go
To fight in a far distant land,
Your tears for my absence soon leaving to flow,
Some Other will court you, and you will bestow
On a wealthier Suitor your hand.’‘Oh! hush these suspicions,’ Fair Imogine said,
‘Offensive to Love and to me!
For if ye be living, or if ye be dead,
I swear by the Virgin, that none in your stead
Shall Husband of Imogine be.‘If e’er I by lust or by wealth led aside
Forget my Alonzo the Brave,
God grant, that to punish my falsehood and pride
Your Ghost at the Marriage may sit by my side,
May tax me with perjury, claim me as Bride,
And bear me away to the Grave!’To Palestine hastened the Hero so bold;
His Love, She lamented him sore:
But scarce had a twelve-month elapsed, when behold,
A Baron all covered with jewels and gold
Arrived at Fair Imogine’s door.His treasure, his presents, his spacious domain
Soon made her untrue to her vows:
He dazzled her eyes; He bewildered her brain;
He caught her affections so light and so vain,
And carried her home as his Spouse.And now had the Marriage been blest by the Priest;
The revelry now was begun:
The Tables, they groaned with the weight of the Feast;
Nor yet had the laughter and merriment ceased,
When the Bell of the Castle told,–‘One!’Then first with amazement Fair Imogine found
That a Stranger was placed by her side: His air was terrific;
He uttered no sound; He spoke not, He moved not,
He looked not around,
But earnestly gazed on the Bride.His vizor was closed, and gigantic his height;
His armour was sable to view:
All pleasure and laughter were hushed at his sight;
The Dogs as They eyed him drew back in affright,
The Lights in the chamber burned blue!His presence all bosoms appeared to dismay;
The Guests sat in silence and fear.
At length spoke the Bride, while She trembled;
‘I pray, Sir Knight, that your Helmet aside you would lay,
And deign to partake of our chear.’The Lady is silent: The Stranger complies.
His vizor lie slowly unclosed:
Oh! God! what a sight met Fair Imogine’s eyes!
What words can express her dismay and surprize,
When a Skeleton’s head was exposed.All present then uttered a terrified shout;
All turned with disgust from the scene.
The worms, They crept in, and the worms, They crept out,
And sported his eyes and his temples about,
While the Spectre addressed Imogine.‘Behold me, Thou false one! Behold me!’ He cried;
‘Remember Alonzo the Brave!
God grants, that to punish thy falsehood and pride
My Ghost at thy marriage should sit by thy side,
Should tax thee with perjury, claim thee as Bride
And bear thee away to the Grave!’Thus saying, his arms round the Lady He wound,
While loudly She shrieked in dismay;
Then sank with his prey through the wide-yawning ground:
Nor ever again was Fair Imogine found,
Or the Spectre who bore her away.Not long lived the Baron; and none since that time
To inhabit the Castle presume:
For Chronicles tell, that by order sublime
There Imogine suffers the pain of her crime,
And mourns her deplorable doom.At midnight four times in each year does her Spright
When Mortals in slumber are bound,
Arrayed in her bridal apparel of white,
Appear in the Hall with the Skeleton-Knight,
And shriek, as He whirls her around.While They drink out of skulls newly torn from the grave,
Dancing round them the Spectres are seen:
Their liquor is blood, and this horrible Stave
They howl.–‘To the health of Alonzo the Brave,
And his Consort, the False Imogine!’
The whole novel The Monk is available online at Project Gutenberg.
If you’re looking for different versions of The Worms Crawled In check out the links at the top of the page above. Once you’re at those links, look for the Comments. That’s where people submit other versions.
-Lisa
NEXT: I’ll post an old nursery rhyme called There Was a Lady All Skin and Bone that was printed in 1810. It also contains the line “The worms crawl’d out, the worms crawl’d in.”
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November 13th, 2006 at 12:16 pm
Can you recommend 2 or 3 popular French Christmas carols possibly with English or German equivilants (we already have ‘O Tanneubaum)?
We are going to hold a small carol service here in the small spanish town of Peñíscola which has a number of nationalities living here.
Regrads, Ken.
November 13th, 2006 at 2:39 pm
Monique from France sent me this in response to your question…
I think that the best known beside the children’s Petit Papa Noël are:
“Douce Nuit” (German Stille Nacht) here http://bmarcore.club.fr/noel/P-N137.html or here http://www.papanooel.com/enfants/paroles_de_chansons/douce_nuit_sainte_nuit.html
Il est né le divin enfant – I don’t think it was ever translated or adapted, but I can’t be sure:
http://bmarcore.club.fr/noel/P-N119.html or http://ingeb.org/spiritua/ilestnel.html
Minuit, chrétiens:
http://www.teteamodeler.com/vip2/nouveaux/expression/fiche166.asp
http://www.hymnsandcarolsofchristmas.com/Hymns_and_Carols/NonEnglish/minuit_chretiens.htm
You’ll find a link to an English version here.
Les anges dans nos campagnes (Gloria In excelsis Deo):
http://perso.orange.fr/redris/HTML/anges_campagne.html
Site for kids with a Chrismas section:
http://www.teteamodeler.com/dossier/noel/chant.asp
July 15th, 2008 at 7:59 pm
the worms crawl in the worms crawl out is a SONG THAT A LITTLE GIRL SINGS IN THE 1970’s FILM “MOMMY”S DEAD”. By who? I have no idea.
December 17th, 2008 at 1:23 pm
Here’s the version that my cousins taught me in TN in the late 1970’s/early 1980’s:
Have you ever seen a hearse go by
And think that you were the next to die
They’d wrap you in a big white sheet
And put you under six feet deep
After the coffin’d begin to leak
The worms’d crawl in, the worms’d crawl out
The worms’d play pinochle on your snout
They’d eat your eyes, they’d eat your nose
They’d eat the goop between your toes
Your stomach’d turn a mellow green
And it’d all puff out like big whip cream
You’d smear it on a piece a bread
And that’s what you’d eat after you’re dead
March 7th, 2009 at 2:16 pm
i know a different version..
have you ever seen a hearse go by
have you ever thought your going to die,,
wah har har wee hee hee
we’re having a wonderful time
they put you in a big black box
and cover you up with dads old socks (or could be sand and rocks)
wah har har wee hee hee
we’re having a wonderful time
and once you’ve been there about a week
the poor old coffin begins to leak
wah har har wee hee hee
we’re having a wonderful time
the worms crawl in and the worms crawl out
they crawl in thin and they crawl out stout
wah har har wee hee hee
we’re having a wonderful time
then…. something…. i cant remember
you’re blood runs out like Devonshire cream
wah har har wee hee hee
we’re having a wonderful time
then i cant remember any more..
April 3rd, 2009 at 11:49 pm
And yet another version:
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
The worms play pinochle on your snout;
they eat your eyes, they eat your nose,
they eat the jelly between your toes . . .
May 12th, 2009 at 10:33 pm
Have you ever seen a hearse go by you might be the next to die, they dig a hole and put you in thats where you stay for 99 years 99 years beneath the ground,, then one day.. the casket creaks the worms crawl in the worms crawl out, the worms play pinicole on your snout, your eyes cave in your teeth decay thats the end of a wonderful day.
March 3rd, 2010 at 11:47 pm
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August 13th, 2010 at 9:00 am
This is how I remember “The Hearse Song”, from that movie who’s name I could not remember for the life of me until I read it on your website. Can’t wait to get out of work and try to locate it on dvd.
The worms go in
The worms go out
In your stomach and out your snout
If you should laugh when the hearse goes by
You will be the next to die!
Scared the daylights out of my as a child, and it still haunts my memories today. Brrrr, just got the chills. Did a ghost just go thru me????
October 28th, 2010 at 1:19 am
Just found a 1966 movie called Picture Mommy Dead with Zsa Zsa Gabor. A little girl sings the song in the same tune we always sung it in. Of course our lyrics were another variation from this one and the others here but every Halloween we always think of it! And I still get weird feelings whenever a hearse goes by because of this song!
October 28th, 2010 at 1:20 am
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OdI4UsB1tV4
forgot the link! Its on Youtube!
November 11th, 2010 at 9:38 pm
have you ever thought when a hursh goes by you will be the next to die a tall thin man digs a hole and outs you in the worms crawl in the worms crawl out the wroms play pinucle on you snout they use your bones as telephones and call you up when your not home
November 25th, 2010 at 2:38 am
The Hurst the Hurst goes rolling by,
And know you know you’re next to die.
They wrap you up in bloody sheets,
And bury you under six feet deep.
It all goes well about a week,
Until your casket springs a leak.
The worms crawl in,
The worms crawl out,
The worms play Pinochle on your scalp.
They crawl out your kidneys and out your eyes,
And puss comes out like whipping cream,
And that’s the end of my beautiful dream.
January 19th, 2011 at 11:39 am
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January 22nd, 2011 at 7:41 am
I remember…….When you die
they throw you down about 6ft deep
Bugs crawl in
Bugs crawl out
Bugs play ping pong on your snout
Then your liver turns a ghastly green
And puss oozes out like thick whipped cream
Hasten Jason bring a bucket
Whoops bring a mop
July 27th, 2011 at 2:34 pm
Have ya ever seen a hearse go by, that said you were the next to die
They wrapped ya up in a bloody sheet and buried ya down about six feet deep
In and out for about a week then the coffin begins to leak
The bugs crawl in, the bugs crawl out, the worms play penuckle on your snout
Your liver turns to slimey green , the puss runs out like whipping cream
your eyes cave in your teeth decay thats the end of a wonderful day.
October 13th, 2011 at 8:57 am
DID YOU EVER SEE THE HEARSE GO BY
YOU KNOW SOMEDAY YOU’RE GOING TO DIE
THEY PUT YOU IN A CASKET OF WOOD
AND BURY YOU DEEP IN THE GROUND
THE WORMS CRAWL IN, THE WORMS CRAWL OUT
THE WORMS PLAY PINICOLE ON YOUR SNOUT
YOUR STOMACH TURNS A GASTLY GREEN
AND PUS ROLLS OUT LIKE WHIPPING CREAM
October 13th, 2011 at 8:58 am
This is the version we sang as children; there were more verses but i can not remember them. If anyone out there remembers it this way and knows the remaining verses, please let me know.
November 14th, 2012 at 2:59 pm
The next time you see a hearse go by remember you my be the next to die!
They wrap you up in a big white sheet and throw you down about 6 feet deep
the first few days it’s not so bad but then your coffin begins to leak…..the worms crawl in the worms crawl out the worms play pinochle on your snout
they eat your eyes they eat your nose they eat the jelly between your toes
your guts turn all moldy g r e e n and shoot up puffs like whipping c r e a m
and we all begin to sing oh great big gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts mutilated
monkey meat hairy little piggy’s feet all topped off with ventilated vulture vomit and we eat without a spoon
June 10th, 2013 at 5:06 pm
one more version…
the worm crawl in, the worms crawl out
the worms play pinochle on your snout
your guts turn green like sour cream
but that’s not the end of the stor-ey…
when you are tired and very weak
you open your mouth but you cannot speak
you jump off a building
commit suicide
then you’re in heaven with god on your side