Father Allan - Part 1

He was born of seven children The middle of the bunch His older siblings dressed him up And packed a simple lunch His mother used to scrub his ears Until they shone bright red His father wasn’t round much Only home when he was dead They buried him in Holston plot That’s where he asked to lay And Allan went to visit him After school one day I never saw you in my days Said Allan to the stone So why’d I come to see you now? I’ll leave you here alone My mother and my sisters My brothers and my friends Will have all my attention Until the daylight ends He started school at four years old He didn’t know them all The teacher had a long cane stick That hung upon the wall It was a sharp reminder Those boys can be a sin And it was there for all to see As soon as they walked in He felt it on his hands and arms When he was doing wrong And when he got in trouble The days went on too long At fourteen Allan found a girl She was so simple plain But something made him like her That he couldn’t quite explain Her name was Ella Cornwall Her chest and hips were soft They kissed as beginners In the corner of the loft Allan felt some stirring Such a mystery to him Now that Daddy’s memory Was slowly getting dim What did Daddy tell me In the short time that we met? He’d said some things about girls That I should not forget So Allan went to mother To ask what Dad had said She stiffly rebuffed him And said your Dad is dead Ella went to see him But Allan turned away She went into a tantrum And they broke up in May He turned away from yearnings And joined the senior side The best of the all the players His future opened wide