When we must part.

The doctor has doomed

You to die.

He says your eyes

Are growing dim

And you have a very weak heart.

Many a time

We’ve had together,

In all the stormy

Or bonnie blue weather.

You have always been

A faithful friend,

Easy to start

And easy to mend.

I’d rather

Have you than

A Cadillac

Or the whole of

A miser’s hoard.

And as we part

The teardrops start.