Little boy, little boy, how tall you've grown. Oft will you aid your father in his endeavours?
Yes my Lord for I am his son and where he dare tread, so too shall I follow.
Little boy, little boy, older you are now? Will you take up your mantle and treasure your family?
Yes my Lord for home, hearth and my God I will love.
Little boy, little boy, to whence do you go, after you have left your father's dwelling and to your own?
I go where the four winds take me. Boreas. Notus. Eurus. Zephyrus. Where my Lord commands me there I shall go.
Little boy, little boy grown but young you are now, will you not break such sweet Midsummer's eve with but a kiss?
Yes my Lord for love I have met as if the angels of thy dominion hath come down upon and swift Cupid's bow hath punctured my heart.
Little boy, little boy, will you raise thy children as your father did for you? Will you love them and smother them with naught but love?
Yes my Lord, again I swear to thee, for home, hearth, and family do I love.
Little boy, little boy, no longer are you young. Limbs weakening, gaunt-faced, but still, stout heart. Will you not meet your Lord?
Yes my Lord for I am now old and desire eternal bliss in thy kingdom above, may you have mercy on my soul.
