Can I but stop to think?
With you on life’s very brink;
The very many days of yore
Of which all are no more,
When on your lap and breast
I played and did rest;
Under the cunning of your eye
Surely and fully grew I.
Was it only to kill?
Mother’s heart with grief to fill?

Daddy O Daddy!

Can anyone bring you back to me?
Beckoned by my compulsion,
The faster surer Yama,
Daddy O Daddy!

Your heart which me bore
Suffered my decision cruel;
And the core hurt and sore
Trudged on with the duel
With man, man and machine;
The unsatisfiable thirst for air,
The endless motion of bellows fair,
Paraphernalia of many a design;
Till at last weary and worn
From us all you were gone,
Redeemed from the shackles of pain
To where for eternity remain;
The pain in my heart I bore
Long after yours was no more.
Daddy O Daddy!