Oh, when you come to my wake,
Bring your own ice cream and cake,
Even better, if you will,
Liquor fresh made from your still.
I want you all to party,
Be so drunk, merry and hearty,
You all will stand up and lie,
Cheer out, "He was such a nice guy! "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem