Grandad sat at evenfall ‘neath the dear old garden wall,
Where ivy was clinging all round;
And a maiden young and fair, with blue eyes and golden hair,
Was nesting there beside him on the ground.
“Some day you’ll be leaving me for a sweetheart,” the old man sighed.
“Some day you’ll be forgetting me.” But with a smile the maid replied:
To: Miss Cowdery, c/o Mrs Barff, Woodmancote, Langstone, Nr Havant
if fine I am coming up in the morning and will come and see you first then I am goin to see my poor brother Will arrange when we meet With love Ma