One of my sets of 3rd great-grandparents are from Ireland. They immigrated to Philadelphia sometime between the early 1820s when they were born, and 1849 when they got married. I also have records of ancestors from Germany, England, Wales, and Prussia.
I just found more info put together by people I’ve never heard of but who are my third cousins.
The first time my grandparents met, my grandfather told my grandmom that he was going to marry her. He was 13. Nine years and a war later, he was right. :)
Something similar happened with my mom’s parents too. My grandpa likes to say “I chased her until she caught me.”
I went to a funeral
Lord it made me happy
Seeing all those people
I ain’t seen
Since the last time
Somebody died
Everybody talking
They were telling funny stories
Saying all those things
They ain’t said
Since the last time
Somebody died
But you take a look around you
Don’t it seem like something’s missing
I said something that weren’t missing
Lord the last time
Somebody died
You took him from the last time
To that hallowed ground
I’m praying take me to the next time Lord
So I can hang around
Then the people start to looking
And some of them start crying
And all the little children
Lord they’re scared
Because they ain’t never seen
A dead man before
You took him from the last time
To that hallowed ground
I’m praying take me to the next time Lord
So I can hang around
He’s swimming through that Jordan
Going to the other side
But if it’s all the same to you Lord
I think I’ll stay dry
Now it’s church on Sunday
It’s a bar on Friday night
It’s work on Monday
The preacher Lord you know he might sing
Hallelujah
Sing hallelujah
Sing hallelujah
Sing hallelujah
He’s got church on Sunday
And he got drunk the night before
And he got his good gal when he got home
The preacher said he wants some more of that
Hallelujah
Sing hallelujah
Sing hallelujah
Sing hallelujah
Now if you want to get to heaven
Let me tell you what to do
You better grease your foot up buddy
With that mutton stew
And when the devil comes after you
With them greasy hands
You just slide on over to the promised land
Sing hallelujah
Sing hallelujah
Sing hallelujah
Sing hallelujah
Now there was two little imps
And they was black as tar
And they was trying to get to heaven
In an electric car
And that car wheel slipped
On down the hill
Instead of going to heaven
They went to Jacksonville
Sing hallelujah
Sing hallelujah
Sing hallelujah
Sing hallelujah
Thank you, you’ve been so nice
All my friends they came
Now close the lid down tightly
And quit crying
Because when they close them
They all look the same
And grab hold of the handle
It won’t be too heavy
And take me to the graveyard
I went to a funeral
And Lord it made me happy
Seeing all those people
I ain’t seen
Since the last time
Somebody…
-Lyle Lovett-