Now the heart-beat slows and stills, Lost in wilderness of ills; Drowned in bills, bills, bills. Oh! the railing of the bills, Of the bills, bills, bills; Oh! the wailing of the bills, Of the bills, bills, bills; See them patter on his coffin, As they fill a wretch’s grave Full of bills, bills, bills-- Cursèd bills! PRINTED BY WILLIAM BRENDON AND SON PLYMOUTH TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES: Italicized text is surrounded by underscores: _italics_. Obvious typographical errors have been corrected. Inconsistencies in hyphenation have been standardized. Archaic or variant spelling has been retained.