Tom Burleigh's Dead

Tom Burleigh's dead, curiosity killed him
 He opened the door, didn't have time to blink
 Remember the cat, curiosity killed him
 Tom Burleigh's dead but it wasn't the drink
 There was a town by the name Harpers Ferry
 A small border village, a beautiful sight
 One day John Brown and his band of men merry
 Came into town and were lookin' to fight
 All of the children and townsfolk did scatter
 They locked up their doors and hid under their beds
 But Tom he looked out to see what was the matter
 And for his trouble got shot in the head
 Tom Burleigh's dead, curiosity killed him
 He opened the door, didn't have time to blink
 Remember the cat, curiosity killed him
 Tom Burleigh's dead but it wasn't the drink
 Now old Tom was a good friend to many
 A generous spirit, a man among men
 He'd buy the town drinks up until his last penny
 So let's drink one to Tom then let's drink him again
 Tom Burleigh's dead, curiosity killed him
 He opened the door, didn't have time to blink
 Remember the cat, curiosity killed him
 Tom Burleigh's dead but it wasn't the drink
 Tom's wife said, "Please, oh my love, don't look out!"
 He said, "Fear not, my dear, I'm just checking
 to see what all of this commotion's about."
 And he paid dear for his rubbernecking
 Now you've all heard of the luck of the Irish
 Tom he was Irish but didn't have luck
 So let's raise a glass to the luck of the Irish
 And to Tom who is dead 'cause he forgot to duck
 Tom Burleigh's dead, curiosity killed him
 He opened the door, didn't have time to blink
 Remember the cat, curiosity killed him
 Tom Burleigh's dead but it wasn't the drink