Our great president

OH, is the lord who’ve grant

That with soil he must maryed

And in a casecate he should cloysterd

Or is there his dwelling-place

That he is going to live for the end of

Being and ideal grace

Maybe he is not happy with this griefs

and want to join the saints

but I am timid, and have no sense

That his death isn’t plain

But maybe he is going to explain

During the lords day

What happened at tay

When his body risen from decay