Listen children: 

Your father is dead.
From his old coats 

I'll make you little jackets;
I'll make you little trousers 

From his old pants. 

There'll be in his pockets 

Things he used to put there,
Keys and pennies 

Covered with tobacco;
Dan shall have the pennies 

To save in his bank;
Anne shall have the keys 

To make a pretty noise with.
Life must go on, 

And the dead be forgotten; 

Life must go on, 

Though good men die;
Anne, eat your breakfast; 

Dan, take your medicine; 

Life must go on;
I forget just why.