My father died but still his heart
Had all the sense to let it be
In all that sore and rotting part
Lay thorny six in three
Our father\'s father held more time
But should we ask of him what stayed
My heavied curse how I lose mine
Nigh to burn that breath ill prayed
They should meet the earth casket bound
To leave me here with quiet grief
Pray soon I should meet that ground
We\'d let our grievance stay beneath
I\'ll sit and wish my days away
Till oh my father spoke of me
None for then and none today
I\'ll burn and curse those six in three