My fathers father,is how it’s said,
Has now passed on,for he is dead,
He was a man,who loved us all,
Even though he never had a ball.

His life was hard,through all it’s time,
He never drank,hard spirits or wine,
Within his life,he never swore,
And never,never forgot a chore.

He was a man,who had his faith,
His belief,in Jesus kept him safe,
now in heaven,he is pure,
To be at work with God, I am sure.