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