Thou art missed by me complete,
Thy love never dims in love thy ow’st,
Old Joe thy greatest of men,
A son in passion desperate thou grow’st

Nature’s man Old Joe thy trapper,
Breathe within this Bard ever,
Just your son, complexion faded,
Wander’st love dear man, Never.

Shall I chance thee memory,
Eternal for thy family dream,
Not for fair rememberance,
But death brag thou extreme.

Long live you sayeth I,
Despite, Death proven eternal,
That lease hath no bounds on parting,
Death untrimm’d only external.