LAMENT

Edna Millay

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: Dan shall have the pennies

To save in his bank;

Anne shall have the keys

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: Anne, eat your breadkfast;

Dan, take your medicine;

All: Life must go on;

Solo 1: I forgot just why.