TOMBERLIN AND RELATED FAMILIES IN
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1740 - 1942
Clan Tomberlin
"MOSES"
by
Harriet B. Fletcher
In loving memory of my
husband's grandmother, Ann Tomberlin, of Irwin County, Georgia, born about
1816, daughter of John Tomberlin, son of Moses Tomberlin, an emigrant to the U.
S. from Ireland at the age of ten years, a stowaway who came to America about
1740 thereabout, and died in the Revolutionary War at battle of King's Mountain,
October 7, 1780, where Fergerson tried to take North
Carolina from the Whigs for the King of England, and was routed.
I
Moses, son of
The year about seventeen hundred, came here an
emigrant child.
As he grew up
to manhood in this wonderful world of ours
He learned to
love this land as home, and then loved one of it Flowers.
II
When His "Irish Eyes Are Smiling" at "
And "The
Bluebells of Scotland" rang O'er "Thistle" and Shamrock head,
This "
In sailing vessel staunch and trim, with our sailor's
heart most true.
III
"Peg O' My Heart" was young and fair, But "Mother McCree" was
gray
When "Moses" came with bugle blare, for to
meet his Lady Gay.
His home to be
To live and love and play and work,
from his mountain home to plain.
IV
To fish and hunt for daily meat, with his line and
dog and gun,
Was then not only life for him, but twas love and work and fun.
When he went in at close of day to his home and wife
and son,
He was thrilled with gratitude for his joyous life
begun.
But soon his
youth was called upon to defend their
Then forth he
went with trusty gun, but never returned was he.
For King's
Mountain battlefield, where the Whigs met Victory
Lay the body of Tomberlin, his soul with the Deity.
VI
He left his wife and young son, John, now to live
their lives alone
On their
But John, at seventeen left there, from his mother
ran away,
Like all those restless Irishmen, who pretend that
work is play.
VII
His Uncle Sam was generous in dishing out rewards,
So Johnnie crossed the border line with a bunch of Dichards
Who came to live in
Then John himself a wife did find, Whom?
A girl like you or me.
VIII
Her name I hear was E. Andrews, and of children they
record ten.
Just half that number I am told,
turned out to be noble men.
First came Wright, then Joe and Tom, then William,
James and Anne,
Mary, Sallie, and Mariah, and last came baby
IX
As years went by these children grew, and the country
was expanded
Then each of them was married too - more soldiers
were demanded
By our Country's Father Abe, When
he thought the North was sanded
By this group of Southern men, who in
Now Johnnie’s grandsons went to war, and this was
thought most Civil
When son fought son, man to man, and none were heard
to snivel.
In seventeen eighty Moses died to rid our
In eighteen sixty Moses' grandsons fought to beat the
Yankee gunboats.
XI
But Tomberlins still traveled on down South across the border
of
Thus they maintained their order in traveling on and
on and on,
From East to South, from South to West, from
And they always did their best.
XII
In nineteen
hundred seventeen came the world's worst war of all.
Then to
preserve Democracy, great great grandsons answered
the call
of Father Wilson, then the
Chief of all United Forces.
When soldiers drove machines to
fight, instead of riding horses.
XIII
Now while our
land, at peace again, in quiet thus reposes,
The Clan has met in honor due our great grandfather
Moses.
Long may his daring live in
us! His honor never grow less!
While Tomberlins meet here
yearly, His name never will be Finie.
XIV
But Moses wakened with a snap December seventh,
forty-one
When
"hey boys!" he
cried, "Where are you all?" Listen to those bugles blare!
Does not our Chief Commander call? Are we not surely
needed there?
XV
The Japs you say, are
slapping us? Now that's a sad confession.
We'll muster all our family strength, sacrificing each
profession.
Bring on your Navy, Jack my boy, While Ralph
maneuvers arms!
George Warren may a bomber wield, and their dads can
run the farms.
XVI
Here's that young Bubenzer
"Son", His tank a driving gayly
While Bunyan Suber keeps us safe by guarding shorelines daily.
Now Dorothy, our nurse, appears to help
"US" when in pain.
She heals our wounds and calms our fears so we can go
to work again.
XVII
When Moses saw his team so brave, bedecked in war
regalia
He turned once more toward his grave,
"
Safe you are and safe you'll be with this younger
generation."