(Cornwall, Land of) My Father’s Father’s Mother)
This is a song called ‘Cornwall, Land of my Father’s, Father’s Mother’.
My father’s father’s mother
she was a Cornish lass,
born to the sound of the fishing boats;
but all too quick those days did pass.
The Coastguard said to her father
‘You must travel east!’
He asked did they mean Torpoint?
They said ‘No, but that distance
twenty times increased’.
They travelled across the counties
Of Devon and Dorset, so;
and ended up in Hampshire
where my father’s father’s mother
had to grow.
She met a man from Berkshire
wherever that may be
they married and had children
so many progeny.
Until she died in childbirth
along with the baby,
and my father’s father cried in vain
for poor unfortunate Emma Jane
a mother never more to see,
so then he set off out to sea.
Spoken: But, this isn’t about him.
My father’s father’s mother
she was a Cornish lass.
Sad story. I loved this line ” she was a Cornish lass,
born to the sound of the fishing boats;”… Once upon a time… Thank you dear G, Love, nia
Thank you, nia. A true story of my ancestors. When tracing the family tree you find lots of sad things- and a few intriguing things – I added some dialogue and made it personal to me.
Have a great day, nia. 🙂