I was the first to cry
when daddy died
lying there so peacefully
in his sweet chariot casket
yet, i give him so much grief
being the youngest boy
in the family
always competing with my older
brothers for daddy’s affection
oh, what laddy I was and
mischief knows me well
as long as I live,
on the face of this earth,
your son will earn his due, first
yet, prove his worth
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