Traditional
O’ Death
O' Death
O' Death
Won't you spare me over 'til another year

Well what is this that I can't see
With ice cold hands takin' hold on me
Fear has got me in its grip
I feel my life begin to slip


Well I am death, none can excel
I can open the door to Heaven or Hell
I'll cast aside the flesh of thee
Your plea for mercy is lost on me

O' Death
O' Death
Won't you spare me over 'til another year

Oh Mama, mama, come to my bed
Place a cold rag on my head
My head is warm and my feet are cold
Death is movin' upon my soul

I'll fix your feet til you can't walk
I'll lock your jaw til you can't talk
I'll close your eyes so you can't see
This very hour come and go with me
I have come to take the soul
Leave the body and leave it cold
I'll peel the flesh up off the frame
Dirt and worm both have a claim

O' Death
O' Death
Won't you spare me over 'til another year