| I sent off this morning | |
| Down the road along the river | |
| Which I take but once a year | |
| My walk will take me by the shore | |
| Then inland for a mile or more | |
| From the cold sea spray | |
| A small wood stands upon the hill | |
| An old house near it lies in ruins | |
| Forgotten long ago | |
| And here in a clearing | |
| Overgrown with moss and ivy | |
| Is your lonely grave | |
| At dusk I will make my way | |
| Along the lanes and through the fields | |
| To where my cottage is | |
| But before | |
| I step inside for bed | |
| I'll look up at the stars as we had | |
| All those years ago | |
| So, here's for | |
| Uncle Pat |