Monday, 30 September 2013

It couldn't be done

In tacking your genealogical brick walls you may get inspiration from one of these poems.

The first was quoted by Rev Bruce North at the British Home Child event last Saturday.

IT COULDN'T BE DONE
by Edgar Albert Guest

Somebody said that it couldn’t be done
      But he with a chuckle replied
That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one
      Who wouldn’t say so till he’d tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
      On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
      That couldn’t be done, and he did it!

Somebody scoffed: “Oh, you’ll never do that;
      At least no one ever has done it;”
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat
      And the first thing we knew he’d begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
      Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
      That couldn’t be done, and he did it.

There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
      There are thousands to prophesy failure,
There are thousands to point out to you one by one,
      The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
      Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start in to sing as you tackle the thing
      That “cannot be done,” and you’ll do it.

(from http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/173579 )


The one I'm more familiar with this:

SOMEBODY SAID THAT IT COULDN'T BE DONE 
Anonymous 
Somebody said that it couldn't be done--
But he, with a grin, replied,
He'd never be one to say it couldn't be done--
Leastways, not 'til he'd tried.
So he buckled right in, with a trace of a grin,
By golly, he went right to it!
He tackled The Thing That Couldn't Be Done!
And he couldn't do it.

(from a collection at http://littlecalamity.tripod.com/Poetry/Parodies.html )

1 comment:

Jill Ball said...

Thanks for sharing these John.