Thou art a brave man, Dad,
The world knows that,
Thou art not at all bad.

Thou hast worked hard to bring me up,
And great will be thy reward in Heaven
When thou wilt go up there.

Thou usest to wake me up every morning,
And to kiss me good night every evening.

Tender were thy smiles
When thou usest to take me
In thy arms
In our house of bricks.

I thank thee
For all thou hast done for me.

Though thou wilt soon die,
Yet thy good deeds
Will never die.