The link I posted in 2009 is broken now; here is the current link to my Spanish Flu song: CECILIA DELORY My name is Cil Delory, though a Cullen I was born Here on Prince Edward Island, where the waters meet the morn I’ll tell you of my girlhood days in simple words and true And of the deadly fever that we called the Spanish Flu. The year was nineteen eighteen, and my age was seventeen I had two older sisters, there were nine more after me And had our mother lived to see the springing of the year There would have been another babe to christen and to rear. Now as the war across the sea drew to its bitter end There rose an epidemic that claimed as many men The ships that brought our valiant boys back home again from war They also brought the new disease onto our peaceful shore. The place where I was teaching school shut down to slow the spread My brother Tom was freed from class, he went to work instead Down at the docks of Charlottetown, while loading up the freight He caught the fever and the chills and felt the grip of fate. Eugene and Art and Gertie too took sick within the week Brave cousin Maggie came to help although our hopes were bleak Our mother spent her restless days by her poor children’s side Alas the day she joined them in a sickbed cool and wide. The tenth day of November, I was tending the young ones The doctor said the end was near, I went to her at once My father held her weakening hand, she laboured for her air The last rays of the setting sun spun gold into her hair. The undertakers in those times were working night and day So Doctor Leadwell laid her out for just one night of wake And though no neighbour dared to cross our fever-stricken door Papa brought us one by one to see her face once more. Morning on the way to church, word spread to everyone The peace was signed in Europe and the victory was won We heard the pipes and trumpets at their gayest and their best As we laid our mother in the quiet grave to rest. The worst was over for the boys, and Gertie’s hair grew back Aunt Laura came and stayed awhile to help make up our lack The neighbours they pitched in to reap the praties and the grain By these good folk and grace of God we turned to life again. Cecelia Delory's memoirs are published in "Close to the Folks" by Reginald Pendergast, a book of PEI oral history. The melody is "The Garden Where the Praties Grow", or you may recognize it as the tune Pat Cooksey used for "The Sick Note". I sing it unaccompanied. Praties are potatoes.
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