Written in August 1981 to commemorate the hundredth Anniversary of the landing in America of my Polish grandparents, Adam and Julia (Kuczera) Sakry. Orginally intended as a poem, these verses quickly became a song when a persistent tune began swimming in my head during the writing. And so, through it is presented here as a poem, it also appears elsewhere as a song (words, melody, harmony and all).

Cliff Sakry / 10 August 1981:

• ANDREW, PAUL AND ADAM
• The Brothers Three
• (The Pride of the Sakry Clan)
• Verse I:
• Throughout these broad Unitet States
• Whatever town you’re in,
• If a Sakry meets a Sakry
• You can bet that they are kin...
• For all of them are offspring
• Of those valiant brothers three:
• ANDREW, PAUL and ADAM
• Who dared to cross the sea!
• Refrain:
• Brothers three ...
• They crossed the sea! ...
• From Poland brought the Sakry name
• And made the Sakrys free!
• Verse II
• We hail the grandsire of us all,
• The “roots” of our tree,
• Who gave us spirit, strength and pride
• And love of liberty ...
• And we hail his sons, those stalwart three
• Who braved the ocean’s span
• And planted in America
• The seed of the Sakrys clan.
• (Repeat Refrain)
• Verse III
• Stand tall if you be of Sakry blood ...
• You’ve reason to be pround
• Of a family that bravely strove
• To keep their heads unbowed.
• When kings oppressed our Polish kin
• With wars and tyranny,
• ANDREW, PAUL and ADAM made
• The Sakry family free!
• (Repeat Refrain)