For the same reason that I found "for to greet" too self-consciously folky, I also decided to change the phrase "His shoes are oft untied" to "his shoes are all untied"

And, for some reason I don't understand, I couldn't get the words to line up with the dots in the version of the ABC I posted above, so here it is again, for anyone who's interestd:

X:1
T: Strangest Friend
C: CapriUni (Ann Magill)
M: 4/4
L: 1/8
Q: 1/4=110
N:
N: Made for the 23th day of Native Art Making Month
N:
N: A song based on the Irish proverb: "Life is the strange son (of the world)"
K: F
z D G2 GG A2|GF E2 FE D2|z D C2 CC E2|
w: Oh, Life is a task-mas-ter, some peo-ple say, with sor-row and pain
EE F2 EF D2|z F F2 FF G2|GG A2 BA G2|
w: dri-ving us through the day. But o-ther folk say he's a lo-ver so fair,
GG E2 EE D2|DD C2 DE F2|z3 C F2 FF|
w: and the dreams that he dreams make the world that we share. When I meet with
G2 GG A2 BA|G2 GG F2 FF|E2 DE F2 z2|
w: Life, I greet bro-ther and friend, for he keeps me in good com-pa-ny.
F A2 AA B2 A|G F2 GA G2 z|F E2 EE D2 D|
w: He sings me a new song a-round ev-'ry bend wi-thout a-ny rea-son
D C2 z2 C F2|F G2 GG A2 G|F2 F A2 A B2|
w: or rhyme. He wears his mot-ley the wrong way 'round; his shoes are all
A G2 z G D2 D|F2 F E2 D C2|CC D2 DD E2|
w: un-tied. But when there's trou-ble at my door, then it's Life that I want
EE F4 z4|]
w: by my side!