9th March 1937

Uncle Albert came to Codsall, twas on the 9th March,
Mother was busy washing – the linens about to starch.
Father was in bed with a cold in his head,
His limbs were all aching, he felt half dead.
In blankets and rugs he lay all a-sweat,
His mind was all flustered, he did nought but fret.
Night time came, he asked Uncle to stay,
In case in his sleep, out of bed he should sway.
His night was restless but his condition improving
For his pains in his limbs were slowly moving,
So in the morning when he awoke,
He certainly felt a different bloke.
He came downstairs, all fully dressed,
His voice was clearer, and so was his chest.

Here’s good luck to Uncle, Mom and Dad as well,
A long life and a happy one,
Till they all meet in, (heaven) ____.