| I started out calmly, tracing my tree, To find, if I could, the making of me; And all that I had was great grandfather's name, Not knowing his wife or from which he came.
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THE GENEALOGIST'S LAMENT
| I started out calmly, tracing my tree, To find, if I could, the making of me; And all that I had was great grandfather's name, Not knowing his wife or from which he came.
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I chased him across a long line of
states, And came up with pages and pages of dates. When all put together, it made me forlorn; I'd proved that poor grandpa had never been born.
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| One day, I was sure the truth I had
found, Determined to turn this whole thing upside down. I looked up the record of one Uncle John, But then found the old man was as young as his son.
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Then, when my hopes were fast growing
dim, I came across records that must have been him. But the facts I collected made me quite sad, Dear old great grandpa was never a dad.
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| I think maybe someone is pulling my leg, I'm not all sure I wasn't hatched from an egg, After hundreds of dollars I've spent on my tree, I cannot help but wonder if I'm really me. |
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author anonymous
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