To Be Sung to the Tune of: GOD REST YE MERRY GENTLEMEN Good Wishes, family history buffs, Wherever you may be, It's time to close that pc down And raise a glass with me; We've done our best the whole year through Our ancestors to find: So lets drink to that ever-growing tree, (This round's on me!) Let's drink to that ever-growing tree. We know it's not an easy task To trace Great-uncle Jim, Who went to Burma, married thrice, And lived a life of sin; He ran off with the parson's daughter - She was number three - So let's drink to that ever-growing tree (This round's on me!) Let's drink to that ever-growing tree. Alo-ysius Finkelbaum Is not a common name, You'd think he'd crop up somewhere But he's hiding just the same; Tried IGI, the Census, FRC and BMD - Hell, let's drink to that ever-growing tree, (Thish roundsh on me!) Let's drink to that ever-growing tree. Tom Gadsden was a mariner - in 1691 He hopped the twig in Nevis After too long in the sun, But how to find his resting-place Will be the death of ME! Let's drink to that ever-growing tree, (Da de da dee) Let's drink to that ever-growing tree. Though brick walls may confound us And our eyes are growing dim, We'll never stop our searching For that one elusive limb - We're addicts and we're proud of it As anyone can see, So let's drink to that ever-growing tree - (Hic - no more for me!) Let's drink to that ever-growing tree. Many thanks to author John Cairns (whoever and wherever he may be)