"Then who is digging on my grave,

In verse four, the dead speaker resorts to a desperate tone. The deceased shows desperation in lines 19-20 she says "Then, who is digging on my grave? Say – since I have not guessed!" The desperate tone shows that although deceased, her concern for the living still caring for her strengthens as time goes by. "As the woman attempts to guess who the digger is, she reveals her desire to be remembered by various figures she was acquainted with when she was alive" (Gale 1 of 4). The "digger" finally reveals himself as the "dead speaker's", still quite alive, "little dog". The "little dog" answers her in lines 21-24. "O it is I, my mistress dear..."

"Then, who is digging on my grave?

"Then who is digging on my grave?

"Ah, are you digging on my grave,
My loved one? -- planting rue?"
-- "No: yesterday he went to wed
One of the brightest wealth has bred.
'It cannot hurt her now,' he said,
'That I should not be true.'"

"Then who is digging on my grave,
My nearest dearest kin?"
-- "Ah, no: they sit and think, 'What use!
What good will planting flowers produce?
No tendance of her mound can loose
Her spirit from Death's gin.'"

"But someone digs upon my grave?
My enemy? -- prodding sly?"
-- "Nay: when she heard you had passed the Gate
That shuts on all flesh soon or late,
She thought you no more worth her hate,
And cares not where you lie.

"Then, who is digging on my grave?
Say -- since I have not guessed!"
-- "O it is I, my mistress dear,
Your little dog , who still lives near,
And much I hope my movements here
Have not disturbed your rest?"

"Ah yes! You dig upon my grave...
Why flashed it not to me
That one true heart was left behind!
What feeling do we ever find
To equal among human kind
A dog's fidelity!"

"Mistress, I dug upon your grave
To bury a bone, in case
I should be hungry near this spot
When passing on my daily trot.
I am sorry, but I quite forgot
It was your resting place."

“Then who is digging on my grave?

"Ah, are you digging on my grave,
My loved one? -- planting rue?"
-- "No: yesterday he went to wed
One of the brightest wealth has bred.
'It cannot hurt her now,' he said,
'That I should not be true.'"

"Then who is digging on my grave,
My nearest dearest kin?"
-- "Ah, no: they sit and think, 'What use!
What good will planting flowers produce?
No tendance of her mound can loose
Her spirit from Death's gin.'"

"But someone digs upon my grave?
My enemy? -- prodding sly?"
-- "Nay: when she heard you had passed the Gate
That shuts on all flesh soon or late,
She thought you no more worth her hate,
And cares not where you lie.

"Then, who is digging on my grave?
Say -- since I have not guessed!"
-- "O it is I, my mistress dear,
Your little dog , who still lives near,
And much I hope my movements here
Have not disturbed your rest?"

"Ah yes! You dig upon my grave...
Why flashed it not to me
That one true heart was left behind!
What feeling do we ever find
To equal among human kind
A dog's fidelity!"

"Mistress, I dug upon your grave
To bury a bone, in case
I should be hungry near this spot
When passing on my daily trot.
I am sorry, but I quite forgot
It was your resting place."

“Then, who is digging on my grave?
Ah, Are You Digging On My Grave?

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"Ah, are you digging on my grave,
My loved one? -- planting rue?"
-- "No: yesterday he went to wed
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honestly, I’m digging my own grave while watching the ugh video over and over again

And oh, lord I know I'm just digging my own grave

"Ah, are you digging on my grave,
My loved one? -- planting rue?"
-- "No: yesterday he went to wed
One of the brightest wealth has bred.
'It cannot hurt her now,' he said,
'That I should not be true.'"

"Then who is digging on my grave,
My nearest dearest kin?"
-- "Ah, no: they sit and think, 'What use!
What good will planting flowers produce?
No tendance of her mound can loose
Her spirit from Death's gin.'"

"But someone digs upon my grave?
My enemy? -- prodding sly?"
-- "Nay: when she heard you had passed the Gate
That shuts on all flesh soon or late,
She thought you no more worth her hate,
And cares not where you lie.

"Then, who is digging on my grave?
Say -- since I have not guessed!"
-- "O it is I, my mistress dear,
Your little dog , who still lives near,
And much I hope my movements here
Have not disturbed your rest?"

"Ah yes! You dig upon my grave...
Why flashed it not to me
That one true heart was left behind!
What feeling do we ever find
To equal among human kind
A dog's fidelity!"

"Mistress, I dug upon your grave
To bury a bone, in case
I should be hungry near this spot
When passing on my daily trot.
I am sorry, but I quite forgot
It was your resting place."

So with my own bare hands I started digging my grave

With my own bare hands I started digging my grave

"Digging My Own Grave" by Thrice from their album The Alchemy Index Vol. IV: Earth.
I do not own the band nor their music.
School is taking up a lot of my time, but the rest of the Alchemy Index will come!

Lyrics:

It's not what you think
Just one more little bet
Just another cigarette
Just one more drink

So lend me just a little more
You know cancer can't catch me
Let's have another drink or three
Don't be a bore

But oh, don't I know, I'm just digging my own grave
Can someone else please save myself from me?
Oh, Lord I know, I'm just digging my own grave
Can someone save myself from me?

I look but don't touch
It's really no big deal
I'll quit it when I feel
I've seen enough

Oh don't call it an affair
It's just a little fling
She doesn't mean a thing
To me I swear

But oh, don't I know, I'm just digging my own grave
Can someone else please save myself from me?
Oh, Lord I know, I'm just digging my own grave
Can someone save myself from me?