Let us now praise a carpenter & the things that he made
And the way that he lived by the tools of his trade
I can still hear his hammer singin' ten penny time
Workin' by the hour till the day he died
He was tough as a crowbar, he was quick as a chisel
Fair as a plane and true as a level
He was straight as a chalkline and right as a rule
He was square with the world he took good care of his tools
He worked his hands in wood from the crib to the coffin