There's always a daybed inside the kitchen door lift up yer feet till I mops oer the floor
The dough is rising on the chair right there nans got a plate of toutons to share
The guitars and accordian are playing away
people walkin in they'll sit & they'll stay
Clappin their hands and stompin their feet
slappin their knees, anything to keep the beat
The cards are out, the games begin
don't really matter if you lose or win
You'll bang you fist and argue as you play
and you smile knowing that this is our way
WILLIAM RICHARDS A.K.A. BILLY LONDON
Billy London was your name your London home your claim to fame you led an adventurous life at sea
you have seen sights unknown to me
I would love to know the port from which you hailed
the names of the ships on which you sailed
how you ended up in Newfoundland I would love to know
was it planned or did you just hop on a ship and go
Many poems have been written about you
some tell me of things that give me a clue
but nothing percise that could tell me when
or of the things you've seen or where you've been
Although I may never know you
I know the line you carried through
I know what has become of them
I just don't know from where you stem
I woul like to know the sights you have seen
and all the adventures on which you have been
I will continue to seek out who you were
but I may not ever know for sure
THE OLD FAMILY GRAVE
Although I never knew you I miss you all the same I visited your resting place
to say a few words to you
The saddness I felt standing there
looking down upon your grave
thinking of the life you led
and the family you held so dear
Your grave lies here long since cared for
your loved ones all with you up there
your descendants to young to recall your name
but still you watch down and love us all the same
