He flourishes like a flower,
He’s here to-day, and to-morrow he is gone,
And he’s dead all in an hour.
5. Oh, teach your children well, good men,
As long as here you stay,
For it will be better for your sweet souls,
When your bodies lie under the clay.
6. There’s a green turf for our heads, good men
And another for our feet,
Where our good deeds and our evil deeds too