Nathan Staniforth wrote: Through my Staniforth surname study I’ve had the opportunity to meet many distant cousins from as far afield as America and Australia, I just received a poem from a woman in Massachusetts that descends from one of my distant cousins, Luke Staniforth who was a butcher at Mosborough, they found this poem in their grandmothers’ sisters drawer over in America:
In memory of Luke Staniforth (Butcher) Mosbro, died January 28, 1904
Old Luke who was as hard as bricks,
Has dropped his knife at 86, and finished his life span.
His was a busy butcher’s life
He faced the world through storm and strife
He feared not any man.
He was of famous ancient stock
Unpolished like a butcher’s block and firm and strong and square.
He had some white within his eye
Bamboozle him, few dared to try they guessed a tartar there.
I see him now, mid-market throng,
With walking stick, full four feet long, and smock of royal blue.
Intent on buying beast and sheep
With judgment right, not half asleep, as well the dealer knew.
I see him by his market stall, with busty voice I hear him call
“This way for quality.”
The people liked to hear him shout, this ruddy man, both tall and stout, had business in his eye.
He had his faults, but who has not,
Let all his failings be forgot, now that his course he’s run.
With all his faults, he still was great.
We give him his proper rate
A lion hearted man.
Thanks to Nathan Staniforth
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