Friday, March 16, 2018

Happy St. Patty's Day!

7 comments:

FreeThinke said...

___ THE IRISH BALLAD ___


About a maid I'll sing a song
Sing rickety-tickety-tin
About a maid I'll sing a song
Who didn't have her family long
Not only did she do them wrong
She did ev'ryone of them in, them in
She did ev'ryone of them in

One morning in a fit of pique
Sing rickety-tickety-tin
One morning in a fit of pique
She drowned her father in the creek
The water tasted bad for a week
And we had to make do with gin, with gin
We had to make do with gin

Her mother she could never stand
Sing rickety-tickety-tin
Her mother she could never stand
And so a cyanide soup she planned
The lady died with a spoon in her hand
And her face in a hideous grin, a grin
Her face in a hideous grin

She set her sister's hair on fire
Sing rickety-tickety-tin
She set her sister's hair on fire
And as the smoke and flame rose high'are
Danced around the funeral pyre
Playin' a violin, -olin
Playin' a violin

She weighted her brother down with stones
Rickety-tickety-tin
She weighted her brother down with stones
And sent him off to davy jones
All they ever found were some bones
And occasional pieces of skin, of skin
Occasional pieces of skin

One day when she had nothing to do
Sing rickety-tickety-tin
One day when she had nothing to do
She cut her baby brother in two
And served him up as an irish stew
And invited the neighbors in, them in
Invited the neighbors in

And when at last the police came by
Sing rickety-tickety-tin
And when at last the police came by
Her little pranks she did not deny
To do so she would have had to lie
And lying, she knew, was a sin, a sin
Lying, she knew, was a sin

My tragic tale, I won't prolong
Sing rickety-tickety-tin
My tragic tale I won't prolong
And if you don't enjoy the song
Blame yourselves if you think it's too long
You should never have let me begin, begin
You should never have let me begin.


~ Tom Lehrer

FreeThinke said...

________ To Saint Patrick ________

Teacher of the Christian faith of old,
Once a boy in Britain, then a priest,
Stuff of myth and legend you were sold
As chattel into Ireland where you ceased
In slavery your native pagan ways.
Needing help you found, while tending sheep,
The Master Shepherd, who then filled your days
Plenteously with zeal that spoiled your sleep.
A fierce determination to convert
The Irish to the way of Christ, the King
Resolved the old religion to subvert
Instilling awe which steeple bells still ring.
Christian rites set Gaelic hearts ablaze
Kindled by a man of English ways.


~ FreeThnke -The Sandiper

-FJ said...

:)

FreeThinke said...

EXTRA! EXTA! READ ALL ABOUT IT!

SESSIONS FIRES ANDREW McCABE BEFORE HE CAN RETIRE

https://www.nbcnews.com/politics/justice-department/sessions-fires-mccabe-he-can-retire-n856751

HALLELUJAH!

HALLELUJAH!

HALLELUJAH!

Jeff Sessions FINALLY grew a pair!

HALLELUJAH!

-FJ said...

Consequences for malfeasance? Unheard of! :)

Z said...

FJ...Consequences...there's a new word for the American gov't lexicon!!

HAPPY ST PAT'S DAY! To you and FT :-)

Inspector AIPac said...

Thanks, Z! Happy St. Patty's to you!