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On Sun, 29 Dec 2024 at 11:14, Rob < Rob104@...> wrote: Thank you Roy, great stuff!
I'm going to pass that along -
To whom does the credit belong?
Rob Jacobson
On 12/29/2024 10:07 AM, Roy via wrote:
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> *The Ancestral Quest: A Genealogist's Tale*
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> (*To the tune of "The Ballad of Gilligan's Isle"*)
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> *Verses:*
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> Just sit right back and you¡¯ll hear a tale,
> Of seekers bold and sly,
> Who swabbed their cheeks with a hopeful grin,
> And mailed their genes to fly.
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> They dreamed of kings and castles grand,
> A noble, royal line,
> But the story told by their DNA
> Was anything but divine.
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> A Viking? A Celt? A samurai bold?
> Nope¡ªjust a farmer¡¯s son,
> Who tilled the dirt and fed the sheep,
> 'Neath a cloud-blocked Irish sun.
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> Then, lo! A cousin comes into view,
> A match so strong, it gleams!
> But all they want is your family tree,
> For their migration schemes.
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> Oh, whispers rise of scandals deep,
> Of bastards, shame, and lies,
> The knight you swore to hold in pride
> Was a smith in low disguise.
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> The triumphs sweet, the pitfalls wild,
> As history¡¯s veil you peel,
> The maze of lives and names unfolds,
> Your tangled truth revealed!
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> *Refrain:*
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> Oh, mighty Y, it leads the way,
> The patriarch¡¯s genetic sway,
> But one mutation breaks the chain,
> And leaves your dreams in vain.
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> And mitochondria sings its song,
> Of mothers¡¯ lines so long,
> But Eve¡¯s refrain is vague at best,
> And haplogroups can¡¯t rest.
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> Then autosomal joins the show,
> Its threads in chaos grow,
> A teaspoon here, a smidgeon there,
> To weave your tale of woe.
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> So mix your genes and test your code,
> A quest both high and low,
> For though it mocks, the truth still calls,
> To find what you don¡¯t know!
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> *Closing Verse:*
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> Still onward march, you seekers brave,
> Through records worn and frayed,
> The magic¡¯s not in what you find,
> But in the hunt replayed.
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> So raise your vial, your spit, your dream,
> Your tangled roots entwine,
> For though it mocks, it lifts your soul,
> To chase your unknown line!
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