Marlie had eight children, four boys and four girls. The first child (a boy) died at a few hours old. The oldest boy that lived had something wrong. He had fits after he was a few months old. They got worse as long as he lived. He died in bed one night about the age of 23 years.
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🎵Now, many many years ago, When I was twenty three
I was married to a widow, Who was pretty as could be
This widow had a grown-up daughter, Had hair of red
My father fell in love with her, And soon the two were wed
This made my dad my son-in-law, And changed my very life
My daughter was my mother, 'Cause she was my father's wife
To complicate the matters, Even though it brought me joy
I soon became the father, Of a bouncing baby boy
My little baby then became, A brother-in-law to dad
And so became my uncle, Though it made me very sad
For if he was my uncle, That also made him the brother
Of the widow's grown-up daughter, Who, of course, was my step-mother
My father's wife then had a son, That kept them on the run
And he became my grandchild, For he was my daughter's son
My wife is now my mother's mother, And it makes me blue
Because, she is my wife, She's my grandmother too
Now, if my wife is my grandmother, Then, I am her grandchild
And every time I think of it, It nearly drives me wild
For now I have become The strangest case you ever saw
As husband of my grandmother, I am my own grandpa!🎵
-- Songwriters: Moe Jaffe / D.B. Latham
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