Dirge

<p>Boys that held him dear, Do your weeping now, All you loved of him lies here, Do your weeping now.</p><p>Brought to earth the arrogant brow, And the withering tongue, Do your weeping now.</p><p>Sing whatever songs are sung, Wind whatever wreath, For a playmate perished young, For a spirit who's spent in death.</p><p>Boys that held him dear, Do your weeping now, All you loved of him lies here, Do your weeping now.</p>