["My Brother"]/ "The Little Ballad Girl"

If in my trembling wayward path
To the land of love or the land of wrath
     the
If I should reach that ^ doubtful goal
Before his steadfast earnest soul
[If it] Least at the bitter and trying end
  dies
He should die without one poet friend
   [?] that       ‘d
Now I am ^ that  ^friend, he would  wish no other
Why write on his tomb these words, ""my brother"",
Carve on his tomb these words – ""my brother"".

Make peace with you maker 
 take leave of your mother
That is a gentleman and 
 my brother

Tis my father's song and he cant live long
 Every one know he wrote it
I've been down a[n] t the hotel steps
 And all the gentlemen bought it.