Jean Ann, his other daughter; br The one I never knew, br And I was quite surprised to learn br The baby shoes, were yours. br br Your life upset by parting, br Divorce- that awful blade- br That parted you from father; br And enemies were made. br br I don't know what they told you, br Of him or of his ways, br Or if you knew he moved at all, br In your worlds younger days. br br I want to tell you, Jean Ann, br That a sweeter man was not, br And what your mother wanted, br Divorcing, was not got. br br She only served to distance, br The dearest thing he loved- br It's my duty now to tell you, br He's not here, but now above. br br If heaven's not a rumor, br Where the decent people go, br He'd be the first in line there- br Because he loved you so.