I have long thought, my youthfu' son
Of the callous deeds of this life
None shall reach your elite soul
If you stand still, future warrior !
Leaves of my life grown of naivety
Momentos of regret , for you to know
To be a man of reasonable sanity.
You'll try the world soon, my lad
And, dear, believe me
Mankind is a vicious squad.
They may attempt to grieve ye ;
Accuse ye, or bury your hopes
But set your thought for care and trouble.
In the land of thugs, you shall be a noble !
Vener the beautiful flowers of life
The other man in you,
Betray not, love your wife
Fathertic words can hold many
Wisdom and vices to regard, sonny.
There I go to my last journey
Undoubtedly, you will not be lonely .