Faces I miss from the Dollary Farm Gone from a world of pain And the question comes to me o'er and o'er Will they no* come back again? All is over, the die is cast' The words funeral said And my sad heart aches for sweet Pauline Who weeps and mourns for her dead. Heavyweight John, farewell, farewell How the tears come to my eyes May we meet where sorrow never lives And friendship never dies. Rest in your grave in the churchyard old In Nature's care to be Hushed to your long and dreamless sleep By the roll of the grand old sea. - : 139