Though we knew ye well in life
ne'er well enough to say we hate ya
Here we be now at yer death
To sing yer praises ni ' debate ya

Rest ye then in peace unending
mixed ye have of lust and wine
friend of all but foe unbending
tasted of the golden vine

O'er the waters calm still sailing
to the hero's rest you'll find
that the sun light bright but failing
flesh and spirit there unbind:

Where the chase of dreams now dying
must be won upon the wing
for the feet of sin and fancy
cannot hear the angels......sing