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Keep right on . . .

March 3, 2010

27th Sep 2009

Ev’ry road thro’ life is a long, long road .
Fill’ d with joys and sorrows too
As you journey on how your heart will yearn
For the things most dear to you
With wealth and love ‘tis so
But onward we must go

Chorus
Keep right on to the end of the road
Keep right on to the end
Tho’ the way be long, let your heart be strong
Keep right on to the end
Tho’ you’re tired and weary still journey on,
Till you come to your happy abode
Where all you love, you’ve been dreaming of
Will be there, at the end of the road

With a big stout heart to a long steep hill
We may get there with a smile
With a good kind thought and an end in view
We may cut short many a mile
So let courage ev’ry day
Be your guiding star alway

Keep right on to the End !!!

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4 Comments leave one →
  1. The Celtic Queen permalink
    March 3, 2010 12:29 pm

    I remember hearing this great old song on grandpa’s old valve radio. Very nostalgic Dunc.

  2. March 4, 2010 9:05 pm

    When I was a kid and there was a family party, everyone was expected to do ‘a turn’ – had Burns and Harry Lauder songs coming out of my ears !!!

    Stumbled across this song again at a time when we were having a rough time – words seemed particularly apt !!!

    • The Celtic Queen permalink
      March 5, 2010 12:07 am

      Duncan we had those night but with musicians a plenty they could go on and on till they were all smashed and that’s pretty much how they all ended up. Dad played piano accordion and trombone, mum piano and organ, Uncle James fiddle, grandfather Cornet and trumpet. My parents were party animals to the max. Being the local band they played at Burns Suppers, Pit socials, dances, you name it. Mum is 83 and still very much alive and still plays the piano and organ but usually only in church. I remember my dad reciting A Wee Cock Sparra sat in a tree, a wee…… and on and on it went.
      Yep I have very fond memories of very different times which weren’t all bad.

      • March 5, 2010 2:31 pm

        nearest we ever got to anyone with musical talent at our family parties was an aunt who always played the spoons when she’d drunk enough sherry

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