The Late Lamented

Thou art gone, thy life has fled All shall now bewail the dead No more flesh and no more bone No more troubles to bemoan Like a wave along the shore You have passed, you will complain nevermore The late, late lamented For death can't be prevented Nevermore tormented The late, late lamented No more feast Now rest in peace No more pain You can't complain No more sighs and no more cries No more fears, no more tears No more laughs