A Deceased Migrant

In the shade of the boughs of a sycamore tree Far inland from the ocean shore of a country town cemetery Surrounded by quietness at peace he now lay From the sea side village he grew up in far so far away Forever he rests in peace with the love of his life The Australian woman who became his wife His children and grandchildren live locally The descendants of the man from far Brittany His great love of Homeland he never did hide He was a Frenchman till the day that he died The accent of Brittany he did retain Till the day that he died with him it did remain A friendly old fellow well liked in the town In words he never did put anyone down.