The Lament of Sam Hill

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The Lament of Sam Hill

The Lament of Sam Hill runs again in my head,
A brave Newfoundland lad of gold truth, now stone dead.
It's words echo solace in this tragic forlorn.
Called sure to God's side; brewing young manhood restored.

The Lament of Sam Hill, my head plays sadly on,
A brave wholesome lad, his brief life story not long.
Words of value; Lament of Sam Hill to the end.
Stand to honour a loved one robbed cruely by death.

Dear God, sweet holy Jesus, The Buddha's crew too;
The young man believed wholly, his casket deep blue.
I see clear, The Lament of Sam Hills' crying crowd.
Crammed closely together, words of praise drawing sobs.

As for me, a young sibling, his future is set.
The Buddha has since brought him to Christ in my head.
The Lament of Sam Hill soon now to an end.
Drawing curtains on the story, Sam Hill's Lament.

The best Newfoundland lad, called onto heavens cloud;
A short story, tear jerking, Sam Hill called to God.