This poem was adapted from a 1967 interview with Fred Mitchell of Akenfield, England:
The singing.
There was so much singing then,
and this was my pleasure too.
We all sang,
Oh, the chapels were full of singing,
Always singing, singing;
Here I lie.
I have had pleasure enough,
I have had singing.
I can't read that without weeping. It's been set to music in a lovely lovely song by Steven Sametz; trouble is it's impossible to sing while weeping.
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I Have Had Singing (Mitchell, thr'u Blythe)
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I Have Had Singing (Mitchell, thr'u Blythe)
Un oeuf is enough.
Re: I Have Had Singing (Mitchell, thr'u Blythe)
Some more information Fred Mitchell was the characters name in the book in fact he was William Henry Ransome born in West Suffolk in 1883 and died in 1968. I am married to his granddaughter Jenny.
She cannot rember him singing but does remember the black current sandwiches she had when she stayed with her grandparents
She cannot rember him singing but does remember the black current sandwiches she had when she stayed with her grandparents
Re: I Have Had Singing (Mitchell, thr'u Blythe)
Wecome Ken Finch! thank you for your post and contribution to this poem.
"Condemn me not because of mine imperfection,... but rather give thanks unto God that he hath made manifest unto you our imperfections, that ye may learn to be more wise than we have been." Mormon 9:31
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