LAMENT
Solo 1: Listen, children:
Your father is dead.
From his old coats
I’ll make you little jackets;
I’ll make you little trousers
From his old pants.
All: There’ll be in his pockets
Things he used to put there,
keys and pennies
Covered with tobacco,
Solo 1:
To save in his bank;
To make a pretty nosie with.
Life must go on,
And the dead forgotten;
All: Life must go on,
Though good men die;
Solo 1:
All: Life must go on;
Solo 1: I forgot just why.