Posted by Ted (220.127.116.11) on May 19, 2001 at 22:52:40:
In Reply to: No ... posted by Daniel on May 19, 2001 at 22:35:20:
But you really didn't turn to daddy with such a question, did you?
Here. A little Irish diddy just for you:
Oh, Danny Boy, you're trite... you're trite and lying,
From glen to glen and down the mountain side.
Your cover's blown and all your leaves are falling,
Tis you, Tis you must go while we laugh "bye."
But come ye back, when you're out of manure,
and your daddy's hushed and quieted you down.
And we'll be here in sunshine or in shadow,
Oh, Danny Boy, Oh, Danny Boy, we're telling you to go!
But when ye come, why are all the flowers dying?
What's wrong with your head, the head with brains of a flea?
When will you go and find a place for lying,
And kneel and save your cons from me?
And I shall hear, though soft your tread away me,
And all my days will warmer, sweeter be.
Now you we send, and tell thee that you must leave,
And we shall rest in peace once you leave us be.
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