Now all around this border town

The lads and lassies gather round

All that is heard a mournin' sound

The salty tears a runnin' down

Our patriarch with greasy hands

He held the golden cages key

For twenty years he sailed the seas

With a trumpet on his knees

He drank the wine of ancient tung's

And with his hands began to build

A tower for the bells we rung

A temple for the whippoorwill

Now all around this border town

The lads and lassies gather round

All that is heard a mournin' sound

The salty tears a runnin' down

With eyes of blue and jacket too

In trousers red and beard of grey

A casket built of his own hand

Our patriarch has died today

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