Two little lads, they had been friends
Ever since childhood days,
Until one day,
they met a fair maid
An angel with charming ways.
Both fell in love, each tried to win
This little maiden fair,
Till sad was the day,
the words she did say
That sent Tom away, in despair.
Years passed on, Jack won her hand
Just as the story goes,
Until one day,
in the middle of May
At the altar those two were made one.
Rush honeymoon, they returned soon,
Jack met poor Tom, one day.
"Brace up my lad,
don't look so sad",
Then, Tom to Jack, did say.
"Jack, how I envy you,
I envy you Jack, yes I do.
I know you won her
fair an' square,
I hope she'll be true to you".
"I wish you much joy, ole boy
And here is my hand on it too.
Jack, I'm not mad,
for she loved you, my lad,
Tho' I envy you Jack, yes I do".
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They lived happy, both Jack and his wife
Until one fatal day,
Sickness came on,
poor Jack wasn't strong
And it called his dear life away.
His wife at the grave, O, how she did rave
For she knew not what to do.
Till, Tom come along,
with a voice clear and strong
Says, "Sweetheart, I'll marry you".
Years passed on, after they wed.
Children, they now have four.
Baby cries at night,
Papa and Mamma, they fight
And Papa sleeps on the floor.
Poor Tom'll look back and think of poor Jack
While passing his grave, each day.
He would stop with a sigh,
for the tears filled his eyes
And those are the words, he would say:
"Jack, how I envy you
Why, I envy you Jack, yes I do.
I know your troubles
are o'er and passed.
I'd gladly change places with you."
"How happy you must be.
I once't was happy too.
You're far away,
I'll be with you some day
Tho' I envy you Jack, yes I do."
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