THE BALLAD OF THE FOUR SONS

(sung to the tune of “Oh My Darling Clementine”

Said the Father to his children, “At the Seder you will dine,

You will eat your fill of matzah, you will drink four cups of wine.”

Now this Father had no daughters, but his sons they numbered four,

One was wise, and one was wicked, one was simple and a bore.

And the fourth was sweet and winsome, he was young and he was small.

While his brothers asked the questions, he could scarcely speak at all.

Said the wise son to his father, “Would you please explain the laws

Of the customs of the Seder? Will you please explain the cause?”

And the Father proudly answered, “As our fathers ate in speed,

Ate the Paschal lamb at midnight, and from slavery they were freed.

So we follow their example and at midnight we must complete—

All the Seder, and we should not after twelve remain to eat.”

Then did sneer the son so wicked, “What does all this mean to you?”

And the father’s voice was bitter as his grief and anger grew.

“If yourself you don’t consider as a son of Israel,

Then for you this has no meaning, you could be a slave as well.”

Then the simple son said simply, “What is this?” and quietly

The good father told his offspring, “We were freed from slavery.”

But the youngest son was silent, for he could not ask at all –

His bright eyes were bright with wonder, as his father told him all.

Now dear children, heed the lesson and remember evermore

What the father told his children, told his sons that numbered four.

Every Seder tells a story that belongs to you and me.

You and I were slaves in Egypt.

Now we’re blessed with liberty.


haggadah Section: -- Four Children