My Sweet Granny
She raised four boys and one wee girl,
she always wore her hair in curls
She was a mum and a dad and the Lord only knows
If you stepped out of line, she's dig you in the nose!
Eyes that could talk and hundred miles an hour
and hands that could wallop, she didn't know their power!
She dreamed of Canada and meeting a rich farmer
But no one in the land was able to charm her
When you left her house after her famous brown stew
She would wave at the door 'til she couldn't see you
She wrestled out Jimmy and knocked out his teeth
But when she'd bat those big eyes you couldn't give her grief
With those bony fingers she'd give your back a rub
All the time you would know and feel her love
She prayed for her children every night as they slept
Praying for their wee souls to be kept
She'd trip and fall, a regular "Footless Annie"
No one could replace my sweet Granny...
...who always let you know as often as she could
that she loved you "Hard, hard, like a soft jube-jube"
All that knew her, let's keep her memory alive by
praying for our children and letting our families
know they are loved.
We miss you xox
