My Father-In-Law Is A Careworn Man, And A Silent Man Is He; But He Summons A Smile As Well As He Can Whenever He Meets With Me. The Sign We Make With A Silent Shake That Speaks Of The Days Gone By, Like Men Who Meet At A Funeral, My Father-In-Law And I. My Father-In-Law Is A Sober Man (And A Virtuous Man, I Think); But We Spare A Shilling Whenever We Can, And We Both Drop In For A Drink. Our Pints They Fill, And We Say, 'Ah, Well!' With The Sound Of The World-Old Sigh, Like The Drink That Comes After A Funeral, My Father-In-Law And I. My Father-In-Law Is A Kindly Man, A Domestic Man Is He. He Tries To Look Cheerful As Well As He Can Whenever He Meets With Me. But We Stand And Think Till The Second Drink In A Silence That Might Imply That We'd Both Get Over A Funeral, My Father-In-Law And I.