A Gentleman's Guide to Love and Murder Ensemble - Why Are All The D'Ysquiths Dying? lyrics

MOURNERS: Why are all the D'Ysquiths dying? What grisly sort of plague is going round? It seems with every day A D'Ysquith slips away And here we are a**embled putting another one in the ground It's frankly all been rather mystifying Do forgive me if I scoff But is it not a trifle odd How they've all gone off to God Suddenly they're congregating underneath the sod Oh, why are all the D'Ysquiths dying? What a tasteless way of showing off Why are all the D'Ysquiths dying? It seems that all of London's shaken to the core To lose one relative One can certainly forgive But how can you excuse losing two Or three Or four Or seven Why are all the D'Ysquiths dying? I've never seen such recklessness before It's unnerving It's not that they're not undeserving I never liked them much I must confess In fairness You must admit at least It's a shame about the priest I can't imagine missing someone less But really Why are all the D'Ysquiths dying? When truth to tell so many others should Though Privately it was said They should all drop dead No one thought They ever really would I happened to notice there wasn't a lot of crying I even heard a sn******g from the back Oh, it really is a shame How they start to feel the same How many are there left to bury after what's-his-name? I ask you Why are all the D'Ysquiths dying? Whoever's next, I swear I won't come back I'm utterly exhausted keeping track And most of all, I'm sick of wearing black