In the shadow of a green grave
His old white bones was like a stony cave.
Pretty low ground bed,
For ever he layed.
A hamony of rose
Covered him and closed
O poor old skul,
What is the joy, behind, is dull?
As hopless as a piece of rock in the middle of an Ocean.
So rest in the lord, for ever in affection.
O my heart bleeds for that great gaint in grave.
Forever in there, he is a slave.
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