To: UpperCanadian And His Man From: Bill and Doug of meninlove Merry Christmas, eh?

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    Dec 23, 2010 1:01 AM GMT





    MISS FOGARTY'S CHRISTMAS CAKE

    As I sat in my window last evening,
    The letterman brought it to me
    A little gilt-edged invitation sayin'
    "Gilhooley come over to tea"
    I knew that the Fogarties sent it.
    So I went just for old friendships sake.
    The first think they gave me to tackle
    Was a slice of Miss Fogarty's cake.

    cho: There were plums and prunes and cherries,
    There were citrons and raisins and cinnamon, too
    There was nutmeg, cloves and berries
    And a crust that was nailed on with glue
    There were caraway seeds in abundance
    Such that work up a fine stomach ache
    That could kill a man twice after eating a slice
    Of Miss Fogarty's Christmas cake.

    Miss Mulligan wanted to try it,
    But really it wasn't no use
    For we worked in it over an hour
    And we couldn't get none of it loose
    Till Murphy came in with a hatchet
    And Kelly came in with a saw
    That cake was enough be the powers above
    For to paralyze any man's jaws

    Miss Fogarty proud as a peacock,
    Kept smiling and blinking away
    Till she flipped over Flanagans brogans
    And she spilt the homebrew in her tay
    Aye Gilhooley she says you're not eatin,
    Try a little bit more for me sake
    And no Miss Fogarty says I,
    For I've had quite enough of your cake.

    Maloney was took with the colic,
    O'Donald's a pain in his head
    Mc'Naughton lay down on the sofa,
    And he swore that he wished he was dead
    Miss Bailey went into hysterics
    And there she did wriggle and shake
    And everyone swore they were poisoned
    Just from eating Miss Fogarty's cake!
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    Dec 23, 2010 1:14 AM GMT
    Is this one of those "should have just been a private message" threads or am I missing something?
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    Dec 23, 2010 1:14 AM GMT
    JAKEBENSON saidIs this one of those "should have just been a private message" threads or am I missing something?

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    Dec 23, 2010 1:31 AM GMT
    LOL Jake - that's a "down east" Christmas song you might hear at a ceilidh (pronounced "CAY-lee) (kitchen party) It is a very Maritime t'ing that comes from the Irish tradition.


    Thanks guys! Dan'll get a real kick outta 'dat !


    ('dat's a real Cape Breton type song (and 'dey don't pronounce deir tee haiches!



    Jes' a glimpse of down-home Maritime culture!




    You can only hope yer own music becomes as popular! icon_lol.gif
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    Dec 23, 2010 1:33 AM GMT
    now how do ye byes be comin' acrost 'dat? now? icon_lol.gif
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    Dec 23, 2010 1:41 AM GMT
    UC runs and grabs his spoons, and puts on his boots for afoot-stompin' ! icon_cool.gif
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    Dec 23, 2010 1:50 AM GMT
    If you come acrost the Bodhran Song - dat'd be a hoot!

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    about a little goat who wants to grow up to be a bodhran (a celtic drum made of goatskin) icon_lol.gif

    The Bodhran Song

    The Bodhran Song
    (Brian O'Rourke - MÓC Music)

    Oh I am a year old kid
    I'm worth scarcely fifteen quid.
    I'm the kind of beast you might well look down on
    But my value will increase
    At the time of my decease
    For when I grow up I want to be a bodhrán.

    If you kill me for my meat
    You won't find me very sweet.
    Your palate I'm afraid I'll soon turn sour on.
    Ah but if you do me in
    For the sake of my thick skin
    You'll find I make a tasty little bodhrán.

    Now my parents Bill and Nan,
    They do not approve my plan
    To become a yoke for every yob to pound on
    Ah but I would sooner scamper
    With a bang than with a whimper
    And achieve reincarnation as a bodhrán.

    I look forward to the day
    When I leave off eating hay
    And become a drum to entertain a crowd on
    And I'll make my presence felt
    With each well-delivered belt
    As a fully qualified and licensed bodhrán.

    And 'tis when I'm killed and cured
    My career will be assured
    I'll be a skin you'll see no scum nor scour on
    But with studs around my rim
    I'll be sound in wind and limb
    And I'll make a dandy, handy little bodhrán.

    Oh my heart with joy expands
    When I dream of far-off lands
    And consider all the streets that I will sound on
    And I pity my poor ma
    Who has never seen a Fleadh
    Or indulged in foreign travel as a bodhrán.

    For a hornpipe or a reel
    A dead donkey has no feel
    Or a horse or cow or sheep that has its shroud on
    And you can't join in a jig
    If you're a former grade A pig
    But you can wallop out the lot if you're a bodhrán.

    So if e'er you're feeling low
    To a session you should go
    And bring me there to exercise an hour on.
    You can strike a mighty thump
    On my belly, back or rump
    But I thank you if you'd wait till I'm a bodhrán.

    When I dedicate my hide,
    I'll enhance the family pride
    And tradition is a thing I won't fall down on
    For I'll bear a few young bucks
    Who'll inherit my good looks
    And be proud to know their old one is a bodhrán.

    And I don't think I'll much mind
    When I've left himself behind
    For the critter can no longer turn the power on
    For with a celtic ink design
    Tattooed on my behind
    I can be a very sexy little bodhrán

    Now I think you've had enough
    Of this rubbishy old guff
    So I'll put a sudden end to my wee amhrán
    And quite soon my bloody bleat
    Will become a steady beat
    When I start my new existence as a bodhrán.


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    Dec 23, 2010 1:53 AM GMT
    This is Bill. I found it on grooveshark.com
    I couldn't find the Irish Rovers singing it on youtube though.

    -Bill

    It's Christmas time,
    you know it JAKE,
    So have a nice piece,
    Of Miss Fogarty's cake


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    -Doug
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    Dec 23, 2010 1:57 AM GMT
    JAKEBENSON saidIs this one of those "should have just been a private message" threads or am I missing something?


    Is this one of those "should have just been a thought" comments or am I missing something?
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    Dec 23, 2010 1:59 AM GMT
    Hahaha lostboy. C'mere and let this ol' Canadian dance you about a little.

    (Hope you have safety boots on, I've had a beer!)


    -Doug
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    Dec 23, 2010 2:03 AM GMT
    This is cute! I love it. Puts a grin on my face.
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    Dec 23, 2010 2:05 AM GMT
    Steal toe caps, yessah!
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    Dec 23, 2010 2:07 AM GMT
    turtleneckjock saidThis is cute! I love it. Puts a grin on my face.



    *grabs turtleneckjock and stomps in time across the floor with him, then gives him a spin and a cheek smack. No, not that cheek; lower down!*


    *Bill taking pics furiously in the background*


    -Doug
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    Dec 23, 2010 2:12 AM GMT
    By way of explanation why Doug & bill sent this out to us - my man Dan is of fine hardy Irish stock, from the coal mining down of New Waterford, Cape Breton Island (Nova Scotia). His grandmother was French Canadian (she just passedaway at age 100 years!)

    I'm a harmonious blend of French Canadian, with a touch of Scottish father and a Mohawk mother (with a touch of Ukrainian in there).

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    We are to be married next August at the Mi'qMaq Pow-wow on PEI,with a celtic fiddler playing us in - and once we are pronounced married, the tribal drums will sound for the dancing to begin!

    And a good time will be had by all. (though no alcohol will be at the wedding - not permitted on the Pow Wow grounds - and we are to abstain from all alcohol and non-prexription drugs for four days prior. The Mi'q Maq of Abegweit will set up a sweat lodge for us for a ritual cleansing .


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    Dec 23, 2010 2:17 AM GMT
    Bill's Irish as well!

    *passes turtleneckjock to lostboy, and clomps a jig-step with UC*

    -Doug
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    Dec 23, 2010 2:19 AM GMT

    *plops UC into Dan's lap, grabs lostboy from turtleneckjock and dips him*

    -Doug
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    Dec 23, 2010 3:03 AM GMT
    What am I being dipped in? Rubbing alchohol? chocolate?
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    Dec 23, 2010 3:51 AM GMT
    Dipping is when someone is dancing with you and, gripping you in all the right places, dips you backwards and down in a most delightful way.

    (and then other guys watching think, "Hey, I wanna do that to Lostboy..and follow it up with a...!!!")

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