The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #59418 Message #2299311
Posted By: Amos
27-Mar-08 - 10:25 PM
Thread Name: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
We were thirty-nine from twenty-two nine,
Forget it I would not dare,
What a terrible time we had that night,
In the cold and foggy air, me boys
In the cold and foggy air.
Oh, the MOAB she was running slow
The BS, it was thin
We was all reduced to two-word posts
And we did not think we'd win, me lads
We weren't sure we could win
Oh the wit was running low and cold,
And the humor it was rare
We was forced to stoke Mom's boiler up
With a cheap line from Rapaire, poor boy,
A cheap line from Rapaire.
Oh, the MOAB she was running slow
The BS, it was thin
We was all reduced to two-word posts
And we did not think we'd win, me lads
We weren't sure we could win
Now the galley was all out of chow,
An' the crew was out of talk,
So we scraped the bilge for some long lost rot
Had been lost by Little Hawk, me boys
Some rot from Little Hawk
Oh, the MOAB she was running slow
The BS, it was thin
We was all reduced to two-word posts
And we did not think we'd win, me lads
We weren't sure we could win
Oh the cook she was a buxom gal,
Who was often prone to rage.
And the only one who could talk her down,
Was our Stilly River Sage, you know.
'Twas Stilly River Sage.
Oh, the MOAB she was running slow
The BS, it was thin
We was all reduced to two-word posts
And we did not think we'd win, me lads
We weren't sure we could win
Now we lost old Tweed in Buffalo
And khandu in Port Rye.
And we could not tell where BeeDubyaEll
Had let his moorings fly, the sod,
He had let his moorings fly.
Oh, the MOAB she was running slow
The BS, it was thin
We was all reduced to two-word posts
And we did not think we'd win, me lads
We weren't sure we could win
Well, the mule she is a surly cuss
She won't eat corn or hay
But I'll tell ya whut
We will whip her butt
'Till we get to 23 Kay, me lads
All the way to 23 Kay!
Oh, the MOAB she was running slow
The BS, it was thin
We was all reduced to two-word posts
And we did not think we'd win, me lads
We weren't sure we could win
Now I'm sorry things are looking slow,
'Cuz I'd rather run than creep,
But if this is how it has tuh go,
I'll just go and get some sleep, me lads,
I'll go below and sleep.
Oh, the MOAB she was running slow
The BS, it was thin
We was all reduced to two-word posts
And we did not think we'd win, me lads
We weren't sure we could win
Hammacher Johnson de Long
Songs from the Lardy Country
Logbottom and Spittle, pubs.
Rochester, NY 1911