---

Easter Day was a holiday,
Of all days in the year
And all the little school
Children went out to play
But Sir William was not there

His mother went to the school wife's house
And knocked at the ring
Saying: Little Sir William,
If you are there
Pray let your mother in

The school wife came to the door and said,
He is not here today
He is out with the little school
Children on the green
Playing some pretty play

His mother went to the Boyne Hotel
That was so wide and deep
Saying: Little Sir William,
If you are there,
Pray pity your mother's weep

Oh how can I pity your weep, mother
And I so long in pain
For the little pen knife
Sticks close to my heart
And the school wife has me slain

Go home, go home, my mother dear,
And prepare my winding sheet
For tomorrow morning
Before eight o'clock
You with my body shall meet

And lay my prayer book at my head
And my grammar at my feet
That all the little school
Children when they pass by
May read there for my sake.

---

Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.