1743-1826
All:
What do you say
Under the gravestone
Hidden away?
Solo
1: “I was a giver,
I was a molder,
I was a builder
With a
strong shoulder.”
All: Six feet
and over,
Large-boned
and ruddy,
The
eyes grey-hazel
But bright with study.
Solo
1: “They call you rascal?
They called me worse.
You’d do grand things, sir,
But lack the purse?
“I got no riches.
I died a debtor.
I died free-hearted
And that was better.
“For life was freakish
But life was fervent,
And I was always
Life’s
willing servant.
“Life, life’s too weighty?
Too long a haul, sir?
I lived past eighty.
I liked it all, sir.”