Hey, my grandfather too.
He fought on the Somme and came back and lived till the late 1950s.
Now he's buried at that church you see from the A19, lit by candles, as fetured from time to time in the Guardian.
He played accordian, lived in a 17th century cottage with a water pump and earth closet way down the back garden, an aquarium, a talking jackdaw, a blacksmith's forge and a ghost.
He had the first Massey Ferguson tractor in the village and three fields but ended his days in the nearby market town, not all that happy to have left his beehives and tobacco plants behind.
His first name was Goldsborough. Isn't that brilliant?

PS Can anyone fill the gaps in the song?