Hail and well met Jack the Sailor! You don't know me, nor I you, though I do have the advantage of having read some of your posts here on the Cat, whilst I have generally only lurked on my occasional visits to this fine community. Still, we do have somewhat in common - I also found my soulmate in an on-line community, though one other than Mudcat. In my case she's the Canadian and I'm the Yank. Someday we, too, hope to make our home in the Great White North. My mate's moniker in these parts is Jande and she has been the delight of my life now for three years and more. Mayhap you have passed her a time or two on these convivial streets. ::clears throat and attempts to assume the character of a Newfie, sounding instead more like some sort of unnatural hybrid of Scots - pirate - Appalachian hillbilly:: Speakin' o' convivality, I'll be gettin' on to the point then. Here be a song that I did write that I would be wantin' to dedicate to yer fine self, as the happy day o' yer joinin' draws nigh. This be one that us byes would be singin' to ya fer fun afore ya be properly hitched. If'n any o' ye lassies be lookin' at this now BE YE WARNED! 'tis a bawdy bit o' singin we'll be gettin' up to (har!), such as us byes are wont to be doin' when we've nae got yer winsome selves about to keep us civil-like. Roight then... ::taps a keg of Black Horse:: ...belly up me hearties and let's gi' ol' Jack a proper round... MAY YOUR SWORD NEVER GROW RUSTY ------------------------------- (Being A Toast to the Endangered Bachelor) May your sword never grow rusty May your beard never grow thin Hark now the wisdom of sages You've got to be up to be in! [chorus] Come good fellow sit by me Take your pick of all good ale Lend me thine ear on your joining's eve And I'll toast thee without fail I say! I'll toast thee without fail! May your sword never grow rusty May life's blessings flow from the spout Just recall that the blessing of children May be yours if you don't pull out [chorus] May your sword never grow rusty Won't you heed now the words of this clown Remember that after you're married 'Tis only computers that go down [chorus] May your sword never grow rusty May your frame always be stout Be sure that you know all the exits When she gets the frying pan out [chorus] May your sword never grow rusty May your love life never go bust But on those days when love isn't working Don't forget you've always got lust [chorus] May your sword never grow rusty May you know that it often is quipped That vows will truly be tested When she tells you to get yourself snipped [chorus] May your sword never grow rusty May you find yourself aging with grace But if on two legs you find yourself limping Oysters help keep your rod in the race [chorus] May your sword never grow rusty But if perchance you find that it should Forget not the Falls of Niagra Though Viagra, they say, works as good -------------------------------------------------------- Don't be shy! Additional verses welcome. 8^) Best wishes to Jack the Sailor and CarolC! Malveka
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