Please Mr. Gravedigger
There's a little churchyard just along the way
It used to be lambeth's finest array
Of tombstones, epitaphs, wreaths, flowers all that jazz
Till the war came along and someone dropped a bomb on the lot
And in this little yard, there's a little old man
With a little shovel in his little bitty hand
He seems to spend all his days puffing fags and digging graves
He hates the reverend vicar and he lives all alone in his home
Ah-choo ! excuse me
Please mr. gravedigger, don't feel ashamed
As you dig little holes for the dead and the maimed
Please mr. gravedigger, i couldn't care
If you found a golden locket full of some girl's hair
And you put it in your pocket
God, it's pouring down
Her mother doesn't know about your sentimental joy
She thinks it's down below with the rest of her toys
And ma wouldn't understand, so i won't tell
So keep your golden locket all safely hid away in your pocket
Yes, mr. gd, you see me every day , st ....ah choo !
Standing in the same spot by a certain grave
Mary-ann was only 10, full of life and oh so gay
And i was the wicked man who took her life away
Very selfish, oh god
No, mr. gd, you won't tell
And just to make sure that you keep it to yourself
I've started digging holes myself
And this one here's for you
Lifted our girl, she apparently doesn't know of it
Hello misses, thought she'd be a little girl
Bloody obscene, catch pneumonia or something in this rain
song performed by by David Bowie
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Gravedigger
Cyrus Jones 1810 to 1913,
Cyrus Jones 1810 to 1913
Made his great grandchildren believe you could live to 100 and 3
Made his great grandchildren believe
A 100 and 3, is forever when you're just a little kid so
You could live to a hundred and three
Cyrus Jones lived forever
A hundred and three is forever when you're just a little kid
So Cyrus Jones lived forever
Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
Gravedigger
Could you make it shallow
When you dig my grave
So that I can feel the rain
Could you make it shallow
Gravedigger
So that I can feel the rain
Gravedigger
Muriel Stonewall 1903 to 1954,
She lost both of her babies in the second great war,
Muriel Stonewall
Now you should never have to watch as your only children are lowered into the ground
1903 to 1954
I mean
She lost both of her babies in the second great war
Never have to bury your own babies
Now you should never have to watch
Your only children lowered in the ground
Gravedigger
I mean you should never have to bury your own babies
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
Gravedigger
So that I can feel the rain
When you dig my grave
Gravedigger
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
Ring around the Rosy
Gravedigger
Pocket full of posies
Ashes to ashes
Ring around the rosey
We all fall down
Pocket full of posey
Ashes to ashes
Gravedigger
We all fall down
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
Gravedigger
So that I can feel the rain
When you dig my grave
Oh Gravedigger
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
Little Mikey Carsons, 67 to 75
Gravedigger
He rode his bike like the devil until the day he died
When he grows up he wants to be Mr. Vertigo on the flying trapeze
Little Mikey Carson 67 to 75
Oh, 1940 to 1992
He rode his
Bike like the devil until the day he died
Gravedigger
When he grows up he wants to be Mr. Vertigo on the flying trapeze
When you dig my grave
Ohhh, 1940 to 1992
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
Gravedigger
Oh, Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
When you dig my grave
So that I can feel the rain
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
Gravedigger
I can feel the rain
When you dig my grave
I can feel the rain
Could you make it shallow
Gravedigger
So that I can feel the rain
When you dig my grave
Feel the rain
Could you make it shallow
I can feel the rain
So that I can feel the rain
Gravedigger
Gravedigger
Gravedigger
Gravedigger
song performed by by Dave Matthews Band
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I Am The Walrus
I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together
See how we run like pigs from a gun, see how we fly, Im cryin
Sitting on a cornflake, Im waiting for the van to come
Corporation t-shirts, stupid bloody tuesday, man youve been a naughty boy
You let your face grow long
I am the egg man
We are the egg men
I am the walrus
Coo coo ca choo
Mister city, policemen city, pretty little policemen in a row
See how they fly like lucy in the sky, see how we run, Im cryin
Im cry, Im cryin, Im cry
Yellow mound of custard, dripping from a dead dogs eye
Grab a locker fish-wife, pornographic priestess, man youve been a
Naughty girl you let your knickers down
I am the egg man
We are the egg men
I am the walrus
Coo coo ca choo, coo coo coo ca choo
Sitting in an english garden waiting for the sun
If the sun dont come you get your tan from standing in the english rain
I am the egg man
We are the egg men
And I am the walrus
Coo coo ca choo, ca coo coo ca choo
Experts sexperts, choking smokers, dont you think the joker laughs at you?
See how they spy like pigs in the sky, see how they snide, Im cryin
Semelena pilchards, climbing up the eiffel tower
Elementary penguins singing hare krishna, man you should have seen him
Kicking edgar allan poe
I am the egg man
We are the egg men
I am the walrus
Coo coo ca choo, ca coo coo ca choo
Coo coo ca choo, ca coo coo ca choo coo coo
A tu-tu-tu baw, a tu-tu-tu baw, a tu-tu-tu baw, a tu-tu-tu baw, a tu-tu-tu baw
song performed by by Oasis
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The Story Of A Girl
This Is The Story Of A Girl
Who Never Ever Wanted To Grow
Who Got To Learn People Can Be Cold
The Little Girl Hates The World
This Little Girl Is Lonely And Scared
A Boy Wanted To See Her Underwear
He Promised To Never Hurt Her
But She Knows Its Just A Lie
This Little Girl Wants To Die
She Gives Him A Chance Anyways
She Really Hopes The Boy Will Stay
He Hugs Her A Lot And Makes Her Smile
But She Knows He'll Only Be Here A While
This Little Girl Is Scared Again
She Doesn't Know When This Will End
This Little Girl Would Rather Be Dead
This Little Girl Just Needs A Friend
This Little Girl Is Terrified
She Doesn't Know How Long She's Cried
The Little Girl Looks For A Knife
That Little Girl Just Ended Her Life
That Little Girl Was Me
Oh Just How Could This Be
I Thought That I Was Normal
But Now I'm Not Even A Mortal.
poem by Esmie Bonilla
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I'm this kinda girl...........
I’m this kinnda girl
Current mood: adored
I'm the girl who will put her head on your shoulder, not because she's sleepy, but because she wants to be closer to you...
I'm the girl who likes to be kissed under the stars, more than inside your bedroom or in a expensive resturant...
I'm the girl who holds your hand and plays with it....
I'm the girl who doesn't mind you playing with her hair....
I'm the girl who stares into your eyes looking for a reason what you see in me.......
I'm the girl who loves to end a hug with a kiss...
I'm the girl who will take care of you when you are sick...
I'm the girl who you can talk to you about anything...
I'm the girl who laughs at your jokes...
I'm the girl who will have many inside jokes with you and remember each one...
I'm the girl who will brag about you to all of my friends...
I'm the girl who will listen to you talk...
I'm the girl who remembers how and when we first met.......
I'm the girl who loves to hear you sing, even if you horrible....
I'm the girl who promises to never leave, and keeps it......
I'm the girl who loves when you hug me for no apparent reason...
I'm the girl who loves it when you hug me from behind or kiss me on the forehead....
I'm the girl who loves you for you; and doesn't care what other people say about us...
I'm the girl who will love you unconditionally for the rest of your life...
Your Perfect Little Girl...
Your perfect little girl dropped a grade on her report card.
Your perfect little girl yelled at you last night.
Your perfect little girl painted her nails black.
Your perfect little girl lied to you all her life.
Your perfect little girl cries herself to sleep.
Your perfect little girl slits her wrists till she bleeds.
Your perfect little girl hates you.
Your perfect little girl hates herself.
Your perfect little girl has given up on life.
Your perfect little girl had a tantrum today.
Your perfect little girl has her head in the toilet after dinner.
Your perfect little girl wants to run away.
Your perfect little girl hasn't let you dry her tears.
Your perfect little girl disobeyed you.
Your perfect little girl hates the world.
Your perfect little girl is hated by the world.
Your perfect little girl is very unhappy.
Your perfect little girl tried to commit suicide.
Your perfect little girl became a disgrace.
Your perfect little girl keeps alot of secrets.
Your perfect little girl deals with everything on her own
Your perfect little girl had to grow up too fast.
Your perfect little girl is on the edge of breakdown.
Your perfect little girl just isn't so perfect anymore.
poem by Gabriela Valoy
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Run For Your Life (Take 1, Cha
Well, I'd rather see you dead, little girl,
Than to be with another man.
You better keep your head, little girl,
Or you won't know where I am.
You better run for your life if you can, little girl;
Hide your head in the sand, little girl;
Catch you with another man,
That's the end, little girl.
Well, you know that I'm a wicked guy
And I was born with a jealous mind
And I can't spend my whole life tryin'
Just to make you tow the line.
You better run for your life if you can, little girl;
Hide your head in the sand, little girl;
Catch you with another man,
That's the end, little girl.
Let this be a sermon,
I mean everything I've said.
Baby, I'm determined
That I'd rather see you dead.
You better run for your life if you can, little girl;
Hide your head in the sand, little girl;
Catch you with another man,
That's the end, little girl.
I'd rather see you dead, little girl,
Than to be with another man.
You better keep your head, little girl,
Or you won't know where I am.
You better run for your life if you can, little girl;
Hide your head in the sand, little girl;
Catch you with another man,
That's the end, little girl.
Na, na, na.
Na, na, na.
Na, na, na
song performed by by Beatles
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A girl...
A girl.
I met this girl with a beautiful personality, but had a lot to hide.
A girl with compassion.
A girl with sorrow hidden deep into her heart, that only a key can open it.
A girl that hasn't found her full potential, but yet knows where she wants to be and what to do with her heart.
A girl who wants to explore the world.
A girl who loves and hates.
A girl who is awake, yet she sleeps.
She's just an ordinary girl who does ordinary things.
A girl who gets mistreated because she's in a residential facility.
A girl who has no one to love her and care for her.
A girl who has to deal with teasing and bullying everyday of her life,
as long as she can remember.
She's just a girl...
And that girl is me!
poem by Shannon Monroe
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The Baker Man
Well here comes a dance that will never be banned now
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
Yeah, stolen from a story called "The Baker's Man" now
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
(Choo choo choo choo-do choo choo)
It's impossible too sweet to cross the land????
(Patty cake patty cake)
Put your favorite records on and start the show now
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
Abra-cadabra look at everyone go now
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
(Choo choo choo choo-do choo choo)
Alakazam this dance has got to grow now
(Patty cake patty cake)
Well they tell me that it's optional to use your feet
But now you really don't need them if you keep your beat
Well Arthur Murray's gettin' blurry tryin' to learn that jive
When all the kids from coast to coast are really comin' alive
Well go tell the gang what a time you've had now
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
This Friday night we'll start a regular fad now
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
(Choo choo choo choo-do choo choo)
We'll do the Baker 'til it drives us mad now
(Patty cake patty cake)
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
(Choo choo choo choo-do choo choo)
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
Come on and take a lesson now
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
Clap your partner's hands
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
Not too hard
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
Now slap her in the face
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
What a disgrace
(Choo choo choo choo-do choo choo)
(Patty cake patty cake)
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man
song performed by by Beach Boys
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In Pursuit of Bliss
Looking for a little girl
Has anyone seen her?
A beautiful soul, indomitable spirit
Are you sure you haven’t seen those eyes
Full of warmth, mischief, innocence
Those ever smiling lips full of
Poetry and stories and some really tall tales
The girl who just had to climb small trees because they were there
The girl who would climb a wall fence because the boys were doing so
The girl who would soak her body and soul in that first rain every year
The girl who loved to Jump in puddles and play with pebbles and sand
The girl who bought in a cat, a dog and then some more cos they were out in the sun or in rain
The girl who would pretend to be a teacher, give an ‘A’ to all her friends and ‘z’ to the ones who made fun of her and then laugh imagining how they would react
Never seen such a soul, really?
Let me try again
The girl who would share her most precious belongings with someone she liked, but won’t give even a small useless piece of pencil to people she didn’t
The girl who would love you with her life but touch her belongings without asking and she would put highest note of opera to shame
The girl whom every one called a rebel
The girl who was not so girl like
The girl whom every one tried to teach some manners
A girl with lot of half read books, a box full of broken toys,
Some pebbles and feathers in a box kept away from knowing eyes,
An imaginary companion right by her side all the time
Please tell her a woman is looking for her
Tell her the woman wishes the girl was here
Like the sun, like the moon, like the seasons
Like the shadow
That the woman regrets not having spent enough time with the girl
That she gave up on her too soon, and betrayed and traded the bliss and laughter for something so inane
To be someone she doesn’t know
To be someone she doesn’t understand
Tell her…..
I miss you little girl and I am going to get you back.
poem by Soma Mukherjee
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True Beauty
When a pretty girl walks down the street,
All the people want to meet.
This girl with slim hips and golden hair,
This girl that everybody wants to stare.
But I sit and ask myself, what is beauty?
Is true beauty not found in stealth?
Because this golden girl has no manners,
When she curses she never stammers.
The golden girl, who at the flick of her hand,
Would make sure all knew where they stand.
Yet when I came across a shy lady,
Who seemed a tad too shady;
She politely said hello and smiled keen,
And was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
poem by Lenore Lee
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What A Guy Wants
A guy wants the type of girl
That doesn't mind staying home
A guy wants a girl
He can call his own
He doesn't want a girl
Who will cheat
He doesn't want a girl
Who is cheap
He wants a girl
Who will be his best friend
He wants a girl
Who will love him to the very end
He wants a girl
Who he can depend on
He wants a girl
Who will tell him when he's wrong
A guy wants a girl
Who will never lie
Even if it means
One ends up crying
What a guy wants in a girl
Is passion and trust
But most of all
A guy wants to love and not to lust
poem by Rudy Puentes
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I Am the Girl.....! !
I am the girl... you look & think why,
I am the girl... who wishes to die.
I am the girl... you point & stare,
I am the girl... who just doesn't care.
I am the girl... who wants a better life,
One free of pain,
One free from strife.
I am the girl... who took a blade to her wrist,
I am the girl... i know you wont miss.
I am the girl... you say is a mess,
I am the girl... who is in distress.
I am the girl... who cries late at night,
An ocean of tears,
I can't see the light.
I am the girl... a girl you can't mend,
I am the girl... a girl, just a girl
poem by Becky Ginn
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Freight Train Boogie / Choo Choo Ch'boogie
(GriffinHorton, Darling, Gabler)
Casey Jones was a mighty man, now he's resting in the Promised Land.
The only thing he could understand was an eight-wheel driver under his command.
He made the freight train boogie all the time.
He made the freight train boogie as he rolled down the line.
Woo woo, wah wah, woo woo, wah wah. Woo woo, wah wah, woo woo, wah wah.
He made the freight train boogie as he rolled down the line.
I'm headed for the station with my pack on my back,
I'm tired of transportation in the back of a hack.
I just love the rhythm of the clickity-clack,
I hear the whistle blowing, see the smoke from the stack.
And pal around with democratic fellas named Mac,
Take me right back to the track, Jack.
Choo choo, choo choo ch'boogie, woo woo, woo woo ch'boogie.
Choo choo, choo choo ch'boogie, take me right back to the track, Jack.
You reach your destination and alas and alack,
You need some compensation to get back in the black.
You take a morning paper from the top of the stack
and read the situation from the front to the back.
The only job that's open needs a man with a knack,
take me right back to the track, Jack.
Choo choo, choo choo ch'boogie, woo woo, woo woo ch'boogie.
Choo choo, choo choo ch'boogie, take me right back to the track, Jack.
Choo choo, choo choo ch'boogie, woo woo, woo woo ch'boogie.
Choo choo, choo choo ch'boogie,
He made the freight train boogie as he rolled down the line.
song performed by by John Denver
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Chattanooga Choo Choo
Music By Harry Warrem
Lyrics by Mack Gordon
Featuring the Glenn Miller Orchestra
(Hi there Tex, what you say?)
Step Aside partner, it's my day
Bend an ear, and listen to my version
OF A REALLY SOLID TENNESSEE EXCURSION
Pardon me boys, is that the Chattanooga Choo-Choo?
(Yes, Yes, Track 29)
Hey would you give me a shine?
(Can you afford to board Chattanooga Choo-Choo?)
I got my fare
AND JUST THE TRAVEL TO SPARE
You leave the Pennsylvania Station by a quarter to four
You read a magazine and then your in Baltimore
Dinner in a diner
Nothing could be finer
AND THEN TO HAVE A HAMMER IN THE CAROLINA
When you hear the whistle blowing into the bar
Then you know the Tennessee is not very far
Shove a all the coal in
Gotta keep a rollin'
WOO-WOO CHATTANOOGA THERE YOU ARE
There's gonna be
A certain party at the station
Satin and Lace (Ooh)
I use to call funny face (Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo)
She's gonna cry
Tha I promise to never ever roll,
SO CHATTANOOGA CHOO CHOO
won't you choo choo me home
(Chattanooga Chattanooga)
All aboard
(Chattanooga Chattanooga)
Get aboard
(Chattanooga Chattanooga)
CHATTANOOGA CHOO CHOO
won't you Choo-Choo me home
CHATTANOOGA CHOO CHOO
let's dance
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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The Perfect Girl For Me :)
the girl i want in my life is...
a girl that would love me...
a girl that would never leave me...
a girl that is sweet...
a girl that thinks about there cowboy every night...
a girl that will never turn on you in the time of need...
a girl that is never afraid to smile while we dance...
a girl that never lies...
a girl that will laugh and not be shy in talking about something...
a girl thats not afraid to show there emotions...
a girl that will be there no matter what happenes to me...
a girl that will make me smile...
a girl that wont use me...
a girl that is willing to be there for the rest of my life...
the girl i want in my life is........
poem by Tim Woodard
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Choo Choo Chboogie
This song was first released on the all aboard! album. it is the only album it has been released on.
Im headed for the station with my pack on my back
Im tired of transportation in the back of a hack
I just love the rhythm of the clickety clack
I hear the whistle blowing, see the smoke from the stack
And pal around with democratic fellas named mac
Take me right back to the track, jack
Choo choo, choo choo chboogie
Whoo whoo, whoo whoo chboogle
Choo choo choo choo chboogie
Take me right back to the track, jack
You reach your destination and alas and alack
You need some compensation to get back in the black
You take a morning paper from the top of the stack
And read the situation from the front to the back
The only job thats open needs a man with a knack
Take me right back to the track, jack
Choo choo, choo choo chboogie
Whoo whoo, whoo whoo chboogle
Choo choo choo choo chboogie
Take me right back to the track, jack
Choo choo, choo choo chboogie
Whoo whoo, whoo whoo chboogle
Choo choo choo choo chboogie
He made the freight train boogie
As he rolled down the line
Words and music by horton, darling and gabler
song performed by by John Denver
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The It Girl
The It Girl-
Someone who's stuck up and rude,
Someone who doesn't care about anyone but themselves,
Someone who is spoiled and gets anything,
Someone who hates anyone who isn't just like them..
The It Girl-
The girl who is popular,
The girl who is rich,
The girl who has money in the bank,
The girl who gets the guys.
The It Girl-
The cheerleaders,
The preps,
The dance team,
The ditzy girls.
The It Girl-
She's the one who craves attention,
She's the one who acts mean and hateful,
She's the one who will be in trouble later one,
She's the one I will never be.
poem by Jessica Beal
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The Girl Who Is Me
Me
A simple word
Yet at the same time
Complicated
Describes a girl who was born
On the 25th of June in 1994
A girl who was two days early
Me
The girl who would
Walk down the street carrying Barney
And holding mommy’s hand
And as she walked in the store
The clerks would ask her
If she was ready for her daily m&m’s
Me
The girl who thought
She was betrothed at five
The girl who got into kindergarten early
Because she was “smart”
The girl who couldn’t tell at first
Whether her first best friend
Was a boy or a girl
Because her hair was so short
Me
The girl who always got good grades
The girl whose reading level
Was above average
The girl who was in love
With beanie babies
Me
The girl who felt trapped
By the arms of her father
The girl who had to
Change the weekends
So that she could stop the sickness
Me
The girl who went to seventh grade
Ready to have fun
And make new friends
The girl who went all through
Junior high with nothing less
Than A’s and B’s
Me
The girl who started high school
With fear of failure
The girl who soon found out
That it wasn’t all that bad
Me
The girl who got hurt
By someone else’s mistake
The girl who, for the longest time
Thought maybe she should
Just give up
But refused to anyway
Even though it was easy
Me
The Little Engine That Could
This song was first released on the all aboard! album. it is the only album it has been released on.
There was a little railroad train with loads and loads of toys
All starting out to find a home with little girls and boys
And as that little railroad train began to chug along
The little engine up in front was heard to sing this song
Choo, choo, choo, choo
Choo, choo, choo, choo
I feel so good today
Oh hear the track
Oh clickety clack
Ill go my merry way
The little train went rousing on so fast it seemed to fly
Until it reached a mountain that went almost to the sky
The little engine moaned and groaned and huffed and puffed away
But halfway to the top it just gave up and seemed to say
I cant go
I cant go
Im weary as can be
I cant go
I cant go
This job is not for me
The toys got out to push but all in vain alas alack
And then a great big engine came a whistling down the track
They asked if it would kindly pull them up the mountain side
But with a high and mighty sneer it scornfully replied i
Dont bother me
Dont bother me
To pull the likes of you
Dont bother me
Dont bother me
Ive better things to do
The toys all started crying cause that engine was so mean
And then there came another one, the smallest ever seen
And though it seemed that she could hardly pull herself along
She hitched on to the train and as she pulled she sang this song
I think I can
I think I can
I think I have a plan
And I can do most anything
If I only think I can
Then up that great big mountain with the cars all full of toys
And soon they reached the waiting arms of little girls and boy
And though that ends the story it will do you lots of good
To take a lesson from the little engine that could
Just think you can
Just think you can
Just have that understood
And very soon youll start to say
I always knew I could
I knew I could
I knew I could
I knew I could
I knew I could
I knew I could
I knew I could, yeah!
Words and music by william may and warren foster
song performed by by John Denver
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The Locket
From out her shabby rain-coat pocket
The little Jew girl in the train
Produced a dinted silver locket
With pasted in it portraits twain.
"These are my parents, sir" she said;
"Or were, for now I fear they're dead.
"I know to Belsen they were sent;
I never heard of them again.
So many were like that - they went,
Our woeful quest was all in vain.
I was in London with a friend,
Or I, too, would have shared their end.
"They could have got away, I'm told,
And joined me here in Marylebne,
But Grannie was so sick and old,
They could not leave her there alone.
When they were seized she cried and cried:
Thank God! 'Twas in her bed she died.
"How did they die? I cannot bear
To think of that - it crazes me.
My mother was so sweet, so fair;
My father handsome as you see . . .
I'm sure no daughter ever had
More lovely parents . . . Yes, it's sad.
"But for their loss I shall not grieve;
I'll hug the hope they still survive;
Oh, I must make myself believe
Somehow, somewhere they're still alive. . . .
"Well, that's my only souvenir,
A locket stained with many a tear."
poem by Robert William Service
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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