O’ good people, hither!
Send me down the river,
By a cold breeze that would make me shiver
If my heart were a heart, and my liver a liver.
O’ good life, thither!
I know we’ve been sévère,
But it could have been a hundred times shittier,
We’d say thanks for that we were here.
O’ good Benyo hièr!
You are no more here,
But we sing your songs that shiver,
And live without your heart or your liver.