When a stranger dies in another town they will bury him just like every other stranger.
No prayers...

When a stranger dies in another town nobody will say good things about him at his own funeral he's all alone.
He's on his own...

No poems read in his honour.
No flowers put down to cheer up the gravestone's gloomy colour.
No tears out to pour.
They just want to help a stranger so poor.
Just another little favour.