LAST ORDERS PLEASE

WELCOME AND PRAYER

ENTRANCE MUSIC

THE ADDRESS

HYMN

“Smoke Gets In Your Eyes” - Jeri Southern

By Jeanette Holman

“Hen Wlad Fy Nhadau” - Land of our Fathers

This land of my fathers is dear to me,A land of poets and singers, famous people of stature

Her brave warriors, fine patriots,Shed their blood for freedom.

Chorus:

Land! land! I am true to my land!As long as the sea serves as a wall for this pure, dear land

May the language endure forever.

Old land of the mountains, paradise of the poets,Every valley, every cliff a beauty guards;

Through love of my country, enchanting voices will beHer streams and rivers to me.

Chorus

Though the enemy have trampled my country underfoot,

The old language of the welsh knows no retreat,The spirit is not hindered by the treacherous hand

Nor silenced the sweet harp of my land.

Chorus

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HYMNLittle Eyes

The other night, I had a dreamThe funniest dream of all

I dreamt that I was kissing youBehind the garden wall

And he said

Chorus:

Little eyes I love you (honey!)Little eyes I love you

I love you in the springtime and the fall (honey!-honey!-honey!)Little eyes I love you (honey!)

Little eyes I love youI love you best of all. (honey!-honey!-honey!)

Now tell me honey, tell me do,

Who is the one you love?Oh tell me honey, tell me do,

Who is your turtle dove?

And she said... (Chorus)

I took my baby home last night,

Beneath the spreading vine,I put my arms around her waistAnd pressed her lips to mine,

And she said... (Chorus)

I went to call, for my best girl,

Her bulldog flew at me,It bit me in the old back porch,

Beside the maple tree,

And she said... (Chorus)

Our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name;

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done; on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread.And forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those who trespass against us.And lead us not into temptation;

but deliver us from evil.For thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory,

for ever and ever,Amen.

The Lord’s Prayer

THE COMMITTAL

THE COMMENDATION

THE BLESSING

RECESSIONAL MUSIC

REFLECTIVE MUSIC

“Always look on the bright side of life”

‘Trelawney” - Song of the Western men

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hen the bell rings for last ordersPlease don’t panic or get vexedIt’s simply time to sup this world’s last drinkBefore ordering your first in the next It’s always opening time in heavenAnd the alcohol doesn’t go to your headIt floats around in one’s etherAnd fortifies your spirit instead The dinosaur scratchings are slightly chewyAnd the Martian wine’s an unfriendly redBut not peeing in the night is pure delightAnd leaves you longer to hang over your bed Your angel’s share is there to be asked forOf the malt whisky escaped from oak casksYou can savour a peaty Macallan ‘45For a drink that will forever last “The Traveler’s Rest” always welcomes departed drinkersWith a warm smile and a kindly nodYou’ll never have to put your hand in your pocket againBecause this really is a free house, thank god

- Poem written by Michael AshbyFORTIFYING THE SPIRITS

DONATIONS - The family would like to thank everyone who made a valued contribution to John’s wellbeing and comfort throughout his life. In support all donations will be in aid of Cancer Research & Cornwall Palliative Care.

CELEBRATION - After the ceremony Kathy Trick and the family cordially invite you to the celebration of John’s life at the Victoria Inn, Threemilestone. TR3 6BY. ‘ John would be delighted to let you have his food, while raising a toast in his memory.’

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